What do you want to be when you grow up?

I wish I knew.

We have been in France for three weeks and already Mr. C has got itchy feet.
He was looking thoughtful at lunch today and I made the mistake of asking him what he was thinking about. The answer was Malta. He was thinking about how it would be to go back and work there.
I managed to keep my cool and not spoon my broccoli gratin over him.

When we arrived in France Mr. C’s got a temporary contract working at the local bank where he used to work before he went to Malta some five years ago. The idea being that he would try and get a permanent job with the bank where he could do his banking exams and so be a responsible-grown-up-hunter- gather-father type chappie.
As ever life decided that things shouldn’t be that simple for us. Since he last worked at the bank their recruitment policy has changed so you can only work there permanently if you completed two years post-18 study and as Mr. C did not stay on in education he can’t work permanently for the bank. It doesn’t matter that he has worked for them before, it doesn’t matter that he is good at the work, he cannot be employed on a permanent basis there. What he can do is work there on contracts for minimum wage.
So Mr. C figured if he was going to work for a pittance he may as well do so in diving.

I understand his point of view, but to be thinking about leaving having only just arrived three weeks ago is a bit stressful.

So we had a bit of a talk and we discovered that we still don’t know what we want to be when we grow up.
In the meantime our options are;
Mr. C gets a diving job in Malta and I do a TEFL and try to get a teaching job. On the plus side, great diving, great weather in the summer, we know the islands and I don’t need to learn another language.
We stay in France and Mr. C continues at the bank or looks for another job, I continue to learn French, maybe also do a TEFL course and try to get a job doing something or other. The benefits being if we stay in Gap then JB’s folks can help with childcare and we get quite a bit of assistance from the state.
I get a job in England and we live there. On the plus, no problem with the language, I should be able to get a well paid job, but Mr. C isn’t keen on being a house husband and we would have less family assistance as we probably wouldn’t live close by.

Overall it seems that staying in France and making-ends meet is the best option. Another influencing factor being that Mr. C has just signed us up to a two year mobile phone contract so we could have whizzy phones. I am sure mine could make the tea in the morning or contact outer space if only I could work out how.