Don't panic dears, it's just a snow storm

Yes, i realise its snowing outside. No it's not life threatening. Hypocondriacs with shovels wake me up far too early, digging out their cars in a blind bloody panic that they won't be able to drive to the gym and work off that meduim rare steak with extra peppercorn sauce they'd had the night before. Housewives sprint (as fast as you can sprint through knee deep snow) to the corner shop to stock up on bread and milk in a frenzied bid too make sure their spoilt lumps of offspring don't starve in what is surely the brink of a natural disaster. And then there are those half wits who pretend its completely acceptable to pretend like its a breezy summer day and struggle to work in their high heels and probably deserve the broken ankle they're bound to suffer. And all because they dont have an outfit that goes with their snow boots that they purchased for an over rated holiday in the alps.
Of course im generalising and still bitter about the outside and probably natural proceedings of everyone else. Of course they'd react that way to heaps of snow pressed up against their windows like hungry toddlers at a sweet shop. Why wouldn't they. :/
I was quite enjoying the snow, mindlessly stamping footprints into the unspoilt pure parts, squarely (why squarely i don't know) refusing to walk in the sullied, used paths, freshly hurtled through by children. I was then pelted in the ear with a snow ball from some atrocious little dipshit from a carpark roof. At which point i decided the world was doomed and sulked the rest of the way back to the house. Very adult of me of course, but by then i had already decided the day had gone to shit when i fell over tring to put a sock on and the printer had run out of paper. Never a good sign in the morning. Not that the two things are related in any way but when they happen within an hour of eachother it's one in the same when it comes to a sure sign of the day ending with my soul leaking out of my ears. (Or in todays case, snow.)