Well, somebody shovelled it.

Oh, the pretty white fluffy snow - how I'm sick of it. And it's March. It's SPRING. But no, the snow keeps a'coming.

And the wind blows from below too. A transcript of last night's conversation:

Landlady: Whoever shovelled your snow put snow on my side of the sidewalk.
Me: I actually didn't get a chance to shovel today.
Landlady: Well, somebody did it.
Me: Um...
Landlady: Well? Was it a volunteer?
Me: Um...
Landlady: What are you going to do about it?
Me: Um... Well, I'm in PJs, and putting my daughter to bed. (Note: it's about 9:30 PM.)

Landlady: So?

Me: Well - I'll take a look at it in the morning, before I go to work.

Landlady: I don't like compacted snow. It gets slippery when it melts.

Me: Yes... well, I'll have a look in the morning then.

Landlady: You need to make sure you don't shovel your snow on my sidewalk.

Me: I didn't...

Landlady: Well SOMEBODY did! Who do you think it was? (She's yelling now.)

 

And this morning? I looked at her sidewalk. Which had clearly been covered with snow - that had blown and drifted there during the day.

 

I shovelled it. 'Twas the lesser of two evils.