Tom came in yesterday to have a quiet time putting his books on the net and drinking coffee, but to his shocked surprise he had to deal with several customers! He also a shrieking of fire engines, ambulance and police cars passing up the High Street which was actually blocked off for a while. Lots of rumours came our way (the shop is just about one hundred yards from the centre; a whole world away) but no hard facts until much later when the BBC news told us of a dropped bottle in the chemist shop. Someone's hands slipped when moving a bottle of phosphorous. Red faces all round I imagine. Surprising also as I suspected chemists these days as being mere repositories for Wellcome drugs all wrapped in tinfoil and cardboard not genuine Apothecaries with real chemicals (pestles, mortars, retorts and bunsen burners?) We have four of them in town and they all seem to make a living.
Tom said he would need an hour lying down in a darkened room after so much excitement.
Security alerts daily from the PBFA office too. Books and maps are going missing all the time these days. Mysterious Middle European women or dark skinned gentlemen are often involved. Very interesting. So far I haven't had to send out a nation-wide alert from Forres but who knows - the day may come.
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