The people of my village are great. I love them. Considering that they are regarded as the scum of the earth by decent folk (which is why they were herded together here away from the decent folk in the first place) they are extremely quiet and well-mannered. Heck, they even go quietly whenever the police knock on their front doors.
But, as most of us who live here are unemployed there is not much cash about and this has led to the place getting a little run down to say the least.
It has not always been this way. Not long ago it was a thriving pit village (coal mine) with lots of work and spare cash sloshing around. The main street was full of shops, far more than you would normally expect in a village of its size. These shops are still there but most of them are shuttered up. This really makes the place look abandoned and threatening. All the shutters are the same grey colour and the buildings themselves are falling into disrepair very quickly.
However, there is good news. This week has seen two of the shops reopened. The not so good news is that one of them is a cheap tat for Christmas shop and the other is a tattoo parlour.