Well, we've now been on a train for almost 4 1/2 hours. I've sewn, I've read, I've napped, I've eaten, I've visited the buffet cart, I've complained about the BO of the man sitting facing us, I've changed seats twice, I drank some cider, I played cards. We've really exhausted the possibilities but still have almost 2 hours to go. Argh! Meanwhile I'm trying to read HP6 and after just two chapters I'm ready to run back in Marcel's arms again. Really, it's like eating potato chips and hot dogs when you're used to home cooked meals. Maybe at 40 I'm just not the target demographic.