Apparently, every year, an area of forest or jungle the size of Wales is cut down. Having driven through Wales a few times, this is a lot of trees. Unfortunately it's one of possibly squillions of issues that sit in my "I haven't done anything about it yet" box, alongside such other pressing issues as bullying, racism and getting to the bottom of who steals all of my erasers before I finish them. Honestly, I've never ever used up a whole one before someone definitely comes and adds it to their collection of my stolen stationary. It's very obvious that it's not just me losing them, because they also take those lip-balm stick thingys. Honestly, have you ever managed to finish one? Anyway, the point is that lots of trees come down every year for lots of reasons, mostly cow-related, but it's hard to tell if this includes those ones where they use the wood for paper, and then plant eleventy-ten new trees for every single time they step on a twig. This week, however, I feel just a teeny bit responsible for what I can only predict is the loss of every single tree in the world, purely down to how many stupid bits of paper I've had to sign just to get my amazing new house ready! So, apologies to the Lesser-Spotted No-Eyed Rainforest Fruit Bat for using your childhood home in pulped form to sign-off the stairs.
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