The shadow of railings.
Google Mail's automatic trawl for words to be linked to advertisements, as I have noted here before, extends even to its own mechanisms. In the case of spam which it for the most part successfully separates from bona fide emails, it manages to allow the manufacturers of Spam luncheon meat to come up with the following pop-up recipe headline: "Spam Swiss Pie: Bake 45 -55 minutes until eggs are set." It is in a separate window but that's what I call spam.
From the train I see from the window the network of playing fields where two weeks ago I watched my two grandsons play rugby and saw the occasional train pass against the skyline. I have always suffered from an irrational desire to be on a passing train when I see it from a field, and in the field when I pass it in a train. Today both wishes, though not simultaneously granted, at least edge closer together.