I went to pick up a prescription at Boots this morning - fairly early. An addict was just knocking back his methadone prescription, his hooded mate looking on, hands in pockets. Both were young white men, in their twenties at most.
The duty pharmacist was a Muslim lady - at least I assume so from her name badge and headscarf.
These little incidents are nothing in themselves, but you can't avoid noticing and filing them away.