After my debacle with the laundry I was looking forward to meeting a friend for lunch.
I drove to hers and was surprised to see, as I was approaching, that she appeared to be mopping her front step and looking more prepared for an afternoon's hard labour than a pleasant lunch.
Turned out I'd got the wrong day. Tomorrow we're meeting for lunch.
There are some days I shouldn't bother getting out of bed. It would help if I knew in advance though.