archie relaxes

Archbishop Diarmuid Martin is relaxing in front of the television with an unusually wary Papal Nuncio.
The Papal Nuncio as he sips his tea, has the manner and gait of a man who  suspects his drink has been poisoned.
Perhaps he does.
The two are watching a BBC rerun of the old Cold War spy thriller Smiley's People.
Like all BBC thrillers, the thing moves at a somnolent pace.
Archie is enjoying it though.
Every now and then he chuckles to himself as though at a secret joke.
Occasionally he exclaims out loud: "Oh no. No way."
Finally the Papal Nuncio is overcome with curiosity.
"Dear Mood," he says in his thick Italian accent, "Wassa so fonny? Ziss is more bor-r-ring than fonnnny."
Archie wipes his eyes.
"I gotta tell you Gaetano," he says when he's caught his breath, "espionage is nothing like the BBC portrays it. All this earnest wearisome melodrama. All this ponderous ham acting. It's so unreal. Spies are ordinary people. Just like you and me."