At home, switching off from work

A light glow emits from the other side of the bed. I look to see my wife's head silhouetted against a smartphone screen. The clock reads 2:30 am. "What are you doing?" I ask.

"I'm just replying to messages from my colleagues," she replies, clacking away on the tiny keyboard on her screen. She says it like it will only take a minute, but I know she'll still be there in an hour.

This happens all too often, and it's why I've ended up doing something I never thought I'd do - agree with the French.