When I got home last evening the poor manservant was out on the footpath chipping away at the snow which had turned into ice while he was at work. Our neighbours must have had the day off work as their footpaths were beautifully cleaned.
Not wanting to disturb him (and really just not wanting to keep him company in the severe cold) I poured myself a glass of wine and wandered around checking things out from inside. I noticed that our deck had heaps & heaps of snow on it – far more than appeared to be on the road and ground. If it wasn't so perfect I would think our neighbours had shovelled their snow over the fence!