I'm an absolute mug

Buongiorno! How's everyone doing? I've spent the past two days firmly ensconced in front of my computer, revising (I didn't actually leave the flat once yesterday) so I don't have any lovely photos of Edinburgh in Autumn, which looks exactly the same as Summer, but with a little more sun. Instead, I've been baking as revision breaks - so voila! Amaretti-style biscuits. They break your teeth and lift your spirits.
Why might my spirits be needing lifting? Well aside from the whole hermit-thing, I had an absolute disaster on Tuesday. I repeat, disaster. I drove down to the hospital for a lecture, and was persuaded by my passengers to park in a nearby council estate.
For the record, parking makes me very anxious. I hate it. It's my least favourite part of driving.
So here I was, leaving my poor little Freddie (yes I named my car) all on his lonesome in a scary estate. Cut to three hours later, and Freddie is nowhere to be found. Cue a massive panic, as I immediately jump to the (quite reasonable) conclusion that my car has been stolen.
After spending 40 minutes looking through CCTV footage with the security guard and my very patient friend, I spot a nearly identical car park in the corner of the screen.
"Umm...what's that?"
So, turns out Freddie was actually parked in a completely different car park, and I am an idiot.
Has this happened to anyone else?
Jose Vanders & Luke Leighfield - Blindsided (Bon Iver cover)
Ruffled Feathers - Blueprints For Our Failed Revolution
Airto - Someone Like You (Adele cover)
UPDATE: Turns out it quite possibly runs in the family - my father has admitted to driving my grandma's car into the local city when he was younger, then forgetting and getting the train home. Classic.