Half-an-hour later the whistle blew to summon the passengers back to the train, and they then moved on to Tetbury, where a procession was formed and slow-marched into the centre of the town, led by two top-hatted mourners.

In sorrow, its voice is tardigrade but loud, dragging time at a snail's pace before our eyes.

Perhaps another time. Good day.

The teacher gave her students Hail Columbia over their poor test scores.