I went to the shops to get a couple of things I need for dinner, and then went on to get the keyboard moved. I had wanted to start cooking when I got home but the meat wasn't quite defrosted. I didn't fancy sitting around twiddling my thumbs, so I put my arctic winter clothes back on and brought myself back to the library.
Meanwhile I've seen a news report about yet another suspicious package being left in a place that's thronging with people. I don't understand what sort of person would do such a thing. Nor do I understand what pleasure or satisfaction can be gained from doing something like that. I can only assume that the perpetrator gets some sadistic enjoyment out of frightening people.
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