My husband, the diplomat

My mother left yesterday and Michael's parents left to explore the wonder that is Luxembourg. For the first time in what has seemed like years, our family had the entire apartment to ourselves. Michael and I decided to celebrate by watching more Johnny Depp films, 'Deliverance' and a couple of Francois Ozon films, after which I declared to Michael I felt extremely sane. This was only hours after Gilles had left his wife at the birth of their son and I had refused to let go of my husband until he assured me that he not only would not leave during the birth of our last baby, but that would never cheat, lie or wear a shirt tucked into his pants.
After the movies, I did Conor's 3am feeding and we lay watching the late news.
"What's happening?" I asked Michael, as Conor took great pleasure out of biting me.
"I don't know, something in other countries."
"What other countries?"
"I don't know. European ones."
"You mean the countries you work with? You know, in your job as a diplomat for foreign relations?"