The Brownlow Filter

Called in to see my pal Roy after work this evening, (him with the porcine valve following his Aorta op a few weeks ago); but he wasn't there. The front door was ajar (what a stupid expression that is ..... leads me into that joke: when's a door not a door; when its a jar - ouch, very poor joke, sorry) anyways, Roy must have been around somewhere but I couldn't find him so he had probably just walked up the lane to his daughter's house for a while?? Still it gave me an opportunity of prowling round his garden and I came across this wonderful old Brownlow Filter here in which he had planted these pretty little fellas.

Monday's over AGAIN. I've been hard at work all day so haven't really noticed the weather but don't think it snowed, or anything?!! But I felt that nasty little wind again as I was prowling round Roy's garden.