Sorry for the thin 'Blogging; I'm still moving the furniture around in here, though I did take a break earlier this evening to visit our local cheap-and-cheerful Chinese restaurant.
I have just paid in advance at the counter. The girl behind it looks at me quizzically. I smile.
“Are you British?” she asks.
“Yes, I am.”
“I mean are you English?”—she's more insistent now.
“You don't look British.”
I smile again.
“I'm half African.”
“Oh. You don't look African. You look Eastern European.”
Over the years, I've been accused of looking Spanish, Indian, Italian, and even Oriental, but “Eastern European” is a completely new one on me.