The bells for nine o-clock
always ring at eight fifty-seven,  I think this is the vicars way of saying something about heaven, but I'm not sure what that could be

Anyway whether the vicar is male or female this premature tolling is a failing on their part

At nine o-clock the train is due to pass across the viaduct which is about five kilometres away and towards the end of each day I sit and wait,

of late it's been coming late but tonight it was on time, not according to the church bells though.

Perhaps if the world spun a bit faster we'd all get there a lot quicker.