Card through the door at lunchtime telling me to go to the sorting office and pick-up my tickets. I toddle off down into Newbury later in the day and collect the said tickets from an ex-Reading defender who now works for the PO.
Only thing is I can't make my mind up whether it's a good or a bad omen
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