John: Have you seen who has bought that house next door? Immigrants, Goodwife, more cursed immigrants.
Goodwife: Religious refugees, John. We’ve opened our borders to them; it wouldn’t hurt you to open your heart.
John: They take our jobs.
Goodwife: They bring new skills.
John: They’ve taken that shop on the corner.
Goodwife: The cobblers? I know. And they’re doing good trade.
John: And two stalls in the market.
Goodwife: The spices?
John: I forbid you to buy any. You’re not to encourage them.
Goodwife: So, no ginger, no cinnamon, no peppers… what about coffee and tea? Do you not meet with your trade associates in the Coffee Shop? And don’t shrug like that.
John: I shall say this again, Goodwife, I will have nothing from those Netherlanders here in my house.
Goodwife: If you say. Oh, and thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful tulips.
The ‘house next door’ was built in 1603 and shows Dutch influence. This area of Norfolk was heavily settled by the religious refugees… as a track deep into the parish records reveals of my ancestry.