Gotta stop looking out my bedroom window

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This is the next chapter in the continuing saga of my bad luck. What now you ask? Remember my shed that the big ole nasty wind lifted up and threw down again? I had it forming part of the back fence, so now that it's gone, there's a big gap. I managed to stow most of the contents of the shed in various places but left my bike leaning against the side fence, clearly on my private property. When I looked out my bedroom window this morning, it was gone. The bike, not the window. How does the song go? If it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all.