Big Bertha

Once I’d dropped Mr P off at his art group this morning, I went off to choose this year’s tree (aka Big Bertha). It took me a long time to choose one and as ever I ended up buying the first tree I’d looked at.
I opted for a bigger tree than usual but I think I’ve overdone it. I just about managed to squeeze in wee Frankie (angel at the top) and no more!
Son no 2 and his girlfriend headed over to Glasgow this afternoon so I’m home alone tonight as Mr P has been out with the Craigerne Men’s Network (our neighbours) since 1pm. I’m contemplating a search party soon!