"Did I waste my life?" as oblivion beckons
En route to Chamonix once more. Hoping to film aerials of the mountains for the opening scene in a bid to fool our viewers (and potential distributors) that they're watching a big budget extravaganza. Left it right to the last day of the ski season (tomorrow), so we can get lots of skiers on the mountain, but with patchy snow. Which was a good plan, except there's been thunderstorms all weekend, with more predicted for tomorrow, so looking highly likely to be a flop.
I'm also feeling nervous as I've died many times as helicopters fly into bridges in my dreams. Though I think the key point is the floor-dropping feeling of "did I waste my life?" as oblivion beckons, rather than the means of transport.
But if I do die, I now believe in premonitions, OK?