Break in the Pattern

Slightly brain dead today.  The concentrated effort of eating up the result of my misdemeanour  this week is laying heavy on my tum, and that’s where my brain works.
 
Looking for a pattern to make a break I could only think of the front fence.  We don’t go in for anything pattered in the W’s house.   Not my best effort agreed, but I hope it fits the bill.
 
Many thanks to Ingeborg for hosting Abstract Thursday