Not a natural poncer

I don't think I'm one of life's great poncers. It is a matter of great regret that, for me, ponciness has never come easily. I have added so much processing to this shot in an attempt at ponciness, that I'm even boring myself now.

So that's as good as it gets.

Today was all about school, and packing. Part of packing is of course the frantic last minute washing and ironing of the clothes you want to take away with you but have mistakenly worn in the last few days. And that was when I realised the power I have over the world. To all those in south Fife surprised by a sudden shower of rain early this afternoon: that was me! No sooner had I hung out the washing and retired inside for a little light consideration of juxtapositions, than the heavens opened. Still, my new found powers worked in my favour later when I had barely voiced my disgruntlement that an expected parcel had not been delivered, before there was a knock on the door. Swings and roundabouts.

Off to France tomorrow: Vive la Ponce.