Trapped by snow in the South of France is the more accurate title but I wanted to save time, which I haven’t done because I felt the need to explain it further. What happened was we chose the one day of the year in a fifty-year period when having a meeting in Nimes, a fifty-minute car journey from Montpellier, would result in a life or death struggle on the return journey. Now making lots of money as I am in the international recruitment game, does not make taking seven and a half hours getting back to Montpelier okay. We were fortunate, at least we got off the A9 and into Montpellier, unlike the 4000 people who got stuck on the motorway. In Montpellier there was no way of getting any further, and with the hotel foyers looking like a bad day in Syria by the amount of people who were stuck in a biblical scene with no room at the inn, we settled down to inside the car for the night. Fortunately, the Pompiers were doing a good job, unlike the Gendarmerie who keystone Cop like simply got in people’s way, and so we were swept up and into the Red Cross Refugee Centre in the old Zenith Concert venue. Hot chocolate, sleeping bag, heating and camp bed now provided, we made it through to an already thawing morning, when we managed without shovels to kick the snow away with our suede shoes and get back on the road, making it back to Saint Paul et Valmalle within the hour, because 30 kilometres an hour though it was, there was no traffic on the roads to make the route its usual traffic jam hell. Parking the car up in still drift bound Saint Paul we walked five-minutes through foot deep white stuff back to square one. A day in the life now completed. It is an experience had that has no need to be repeated because I’ve done it once.