Roadside wildness

I do so love when wild flowers are sown on random sites at roundabouts and etc. They look so wondrously gay and cheery.

There was a distant roar of thunder this morning and the sun has broken through grey haarish clouds this afternoon.

I have a mix of slender dresses hung up encouragingly around my bedroom but am nowhere in the frame of mind to hone my body to meet the curves needed for them. I need help, a hypnotherapist to say, "get thee gone daily sugar, my body requires not your services that you enforce upon it, enslaving it to add pounds of fat tissue and an abundance of layers". Nae will power at the moment. Hope it's just a phase.