It's snowing. Again. It looks pretty, but it's a bastard to drive in. And this is the first year we've had to shovel our own driveway clear of it, which is only slightly less extruciating than digging your car out of the two feet of drift the snow plough just pushed up against it in the apartment building car park. While pregnant. And it's -30F. And there's been an ice storm, which has stuck said ice to your windscreen an inch thick. And no-one sells de-icer, so you have to scrape it off in two minute bursts, broken up only by warming yourself up in your car for another ten.