I wake up, fall out of bed, drag a comb across my head. Find my way downstairs and drink a cup, looking up I notice I am late.

Find my coat and grab my hat, make the bus in seconds flat.

Find my way upstairs and have a smoke, somebody speaks and I go into a dream.

No hang on - that's not me, that's the Beatles.

I ride to work, check emails, shower, coffee - set fot the day.