After a week in the Spanish sunshine
the Monday morning alarm
kicks my door down
like armed police
with a warrant for my arrest.
I throw my arms in the air
insisting I\'ll come quietly.
And it\'s back to work,
like an escaped prisoner
being dragged back to his cell,
I\'m back in the confines of the office,
my orange jump-suit
a shirt and tie.
By ten o\'clock I\'m on my
third cup of tea,
Spain and the week before
seems like
a million miles away
and a decade ago.