Communal star

Last night, R and I were accompanied by 4 other adults, 4 teenagers and a baby. A communal moment after a night of feasting and singing and laughing. A little bit scary when some one else's teenage son is suddenly the one climbing the rather flimsy railings around the tree to hang the star. But his mum was egging him on so I thought at least she would take the responsibility if he ended up in Homerton's A&E department. If it still exists. 

And tonight I have abandoned R to do it alone. Christmas family visiting calls and we will be singing carols in a pub in Whitchurch on Thames by the time she's going out. Maybe this is the night when at last the Turkish corner shop man will be co-opted?