Being a Councillor is nice sometimes…

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As I mentioned about a month ago, my dad inexplicably became councillor in the recent local elections – and I mean inexplicable in the nicest possible way. After recovering from the initial shock of election, he has set about his new role with relish, staggering under the Amazonian rainforest of paperwork that lands at our front door daily, and vigorously opposing most local plans. However, a single letter the other day became worth more than all the tree pulp in the Amazon. A little girl, age 9, decided, in her best handwriting, to write in with a small but significant request. I’ll let her take up the story… (click to zoom in)



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