I draped my towel over the radiator to dry.

Both of them looked at me and for once they had the same expression. Like they were annoyed at me for daring to interrupt their idiotfest!

We never go beyond the present. We reach that point but never pass it. Tomorrow never comes. Our existence is enclosed within the divine moment, the eternal now.

From Crewe, of course, the ten-coach load of 347/370 tons was a laughably easy proposition for the two engines, between them in effect making up Class 11 power, and they fairly romped away with the train.