This morning I looked out of the window and I saw the neighbour's roof.
I mention this because I haven't seen the roof for several months. All I've seen is snow, snow, snow. The most annoying aspect of the snow was that I couldn't find my parking lot, the numbers being printed to the pavement. Repeatedly, I must have chosen the wrong spot, and found complaints on my windshield telling me I had parked on a private lot and would I please vanish. I put a precautionary note on my car saying, if this is not #34, and you are able to find it, please use mine.
And here it reappeared, ladies and gentlemen, #34