Sentence The Threehundredandninetyseventh

Despite the factious bickering between the different parties involved in a Modern, Privatised, Railway system, which had caused the trip by the world-famous and completely restored Flying Scotsman to be cancelled (in case it was too wide for the platforms, too long, too heavy, too big, too fumey, too smelly, too steamy, too this and too that, “for we have not had sufficient time to measure all the relevant sections of the route,” said a Scotrail Spokesman, referring to the scheduled run on the new Borders Line organised by Steam Dreams and planned over a period of three years, obviously insufficient time for detailed measurements to be done by Network Rail, even though the Union of South Africa had brought the Queen for the official opening in July) and just as suddenly approved, 48 hours apparently sufficient for their relevant safety checks to be undertaken, and the widespread public and political anger to be registered and acted upon, and now the mighty locomotive was 

pulling in to the terminus at Tweedbank Station, and Aunt Daphne was wafting the air with her lavender scented hankie, Aunt Maude laid aside her book of puzzles' having completed the quincunx (set by that devilishly astute Norman Norman) and Auntie Crist studiously avoided gazing at the elderly gentleman in the far corner of the carriage, whose warty botryoidal face resembled nothing other than a a rather weighty bunch of male genitals (oh, she knew him, Sir Clement Danes, Regius Professor of Mediaeval Architecture, 'thinks that just because he has a first, signed, edition of Ruskin's Stones of Venice he is an afficionado, Pah! the man's a mountebank, with his pince-nez and his effete little cane,' oh yes, she knew him and loathed him) “look, look,” she cried, “our darling nieces are all here,” and the three Aunts gathered themselves together and squeezed out of the carriage, wishing they had opted for First Class, and were then overwhelmed by the cheering crowd

and the welcoming arms of so many of their loving nieces that it was obvious that the bright pink charabanc was waiting for them, for the short ride up to Auntie Crist's House on the Hill!