Being the lazy guy that I am, I never do anything unless I really have to. As such I never iron anything unless I am going to wear it right after. I have now become used to acertain pattern in the loadshedding schedule and I know on which days to iron an extra shirt for that morning when there will be no electricty.Somebody somewhere turned everything on its head and yesterday morning I woke up to an electricity free flat. I mmediately knew I was in trouble because the only two clean "office" shirts were so creased they looked like they had just been spat out by a cow that had decided it didnt like how they tasted after chewing on them for a while.I ended up going to work in a shirt with a few of those African designs on them- I had decided to bring the casual friday a day forward. I kept getting odd looks at the office but surprisingly nobody questioned my choice of shirt.