Obama and Putin talks come second to a sleeping baby

A baby’s sleep trumps nearly everything, writes Colm O’Regan

It was 9pm. We were eating in the lobby of the hotel. In recent months, some habitats have become more suitable to us than others. We are like elk who have rather suddenly evolved a set of antlers (a buggy) that has proven unwieldy in the forest (restaurants) and so we must move to the savannah (hotel lobby) with antlers containing a sleeping baby.

As we ate our tentative dinner, we glanced at the buggy as a hobbit might glance at Smaug while stealing a goblet. But we were very happy. The food was good and the company was asleep.