HI, it’s Luke here.

So, what price a smile at the moment?

Personally, I’d pay an absolute fortune to be able to turn the clock back a few weeks, start all over again and make sure we went into this mini-break in an upbeat mood.

We’ve known for ages we’d be getting a bit of time off because of this weekend’s international break and, until a month ago, we were all really looking forward to it.

But how times change!

Instead of being able to spend a few days relaxing and basking in our early-season glory, we’ve got all those demons of a five-match losing Super League run floating around our heads. Take it from me, they’re pretty nasty blighters!

I think with the way we’re all feeling, we’d love to be playing this weekend so we can try and put things right.

However, that’s not the case, and it was decided we should still have a bit of a break and hope by freshening ourselves up we can start to fire on all cylinders again.

Quite a few of us were a bit disappointed we didn’t get the calls to play for either England of the England Knights this weekend.

But it did at least mean some of us could jet off for a couple of days – the break’s not that long – to get some sun. Those rays are certainly a good way of helping get over some little injury niggles.

A fair number of us decided to visit Spain and hook up with Lee Gilmour, who’s got a holiday place out there.

And, from what I can gather, Gilly must spend all of his time on the sangria when he’s out there, because he never has a clue where his pad actually is!

When we were arranging our trip, Gilly was struggling to remember the name of the place. He knew it began with an ‘M’, so he randomly said ‘Madrid’!

Well, my geography has never been that great, but I always thought Madrid was the capital city of Spain, and a huge city located in the heart of the country.

Gilly’s ‘M’ place was on the south coast and in a fairly tranquil part of the world. In fact, as far removed from a major European capital city as you can get!

I know Eorl had a pop at me last week for being forgetful, and put it down to the number of knocks I’ve had to my head.

So may be it’s not the sangria but the head bangs that have got the better of Gilly because, like me, his noggin does receive a fair bit of hammer during games.

If that’s the case, then thank goodness we’ve had a few days off and can try and get our heads back in one piece.

After all, that might be just what it takes to get us back at the top of our game. Here’s hoping!