No, it has absolutely nothing about QPR but I'm going to tell you anyway. My wife told me I had to be down in Cornwall first thing so I knew I'd have to set off at the crack of sparrows. In the event I couldn't sleep as I kept thinking I'd miss my alarm. So at about 3am I thought "Oh well, no point lying in bed, might as well set off". Drove for hours through torrential rain down West Country lanes which grew narrower and narrower. Come about 7.30am was just crunching up the drive of the naval base I had to visit when my wife rang on the mobile: "Oh sorry love, It's actually next week rather than today that you are due there. You'd better turn back." And so I did, and am not long through the door. You know how you feel after the Rs have been thumped? Well I feel like I've been thumped. Plse someone do something to cheer me up, like telling me we really will sign Krancjar or they have a couple of tickets to sell me for Leeds or that they have some painless medicine to put me out of my misery because at the moment I'm not feeling my happiest... 
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