Doozy of a day

Today I realised I hadn't washed my shirt for work, so I washed it and hung it outside in the sun to dry. The heavens opened whilst I was at uni and by the time I got home it as drenched. I cranked up the radiator and blasted it with my trusted hairdryer. By 7 I was resigned to wearing a damp shirt.
And then I found a uniform shirt freshly washed, dried and neatly folded. Turns out the one I'd agonised over washing and drying was my old shirt with no buttons. Note to self: always check laundry.
Now I'm stood in the rain waiting to be let n.