Short version (cos otherwise I get very longwinded)
I'm English married to my Frenchy.
We met when I went on holiday to Malta to learn to scuba dive. Instructor was very cute french boy, we snogged and stuff. Just over a year later I leave my job in charity-land to go to Malta to qualify as a diving instructor, then two weeks in France to get married and four days after that fly to Gran Canaria to buy a divecentre.
Fastfoward three years, one failed business and one bouncing baby and here we are in France again.
Hes 7 years younger than me, he is me toyboy (he he he always makes me laugh)