When I was trundling young GC in buggies around London every Monday, I couldn't help but notice that the men who always came over to help me up & down stairs, getting on & off trains had foreign accents/appearances. The worst place for help was amongst the besuited native speakers in Canary Wharf. I had abuse only twice, once from elderly
man & once from an elderly woman, both white with local accents.
Your next holiday must be to where the first holiday you remember , where are you going?g



