Old Macdonald's Farm - and green buttons

With a click, click, here and a click, click there, here a click, there a click, everywhere a click-click, ee-eye, ee-eye, oooooOH. (I must have been affected by reading a nursery rhyme on Petite Anglaise's blog.) I've just clicked away a whole 40 minutes of serious studying time, visting your blog - I enjoyed it, by the way - and doing what is now becoming a daily 'must': clicking on the Rainforest Site. Somehow I can't quite believe that I'm saving a little patch of rainforest every time I click on their green button - my life seems to be revolving around green buttons these days (in fact, come to think of it, that would have been a better title for this post but I don't have time to start again....).

I like green buttons and when I click on the Rainforest one, I end up having more buttons to click and so find myself in a forest of stuffed toys and teddy bears, a bright pink Sesame Street character and a perfectly adorable 16 inch - hell, that's big isn't it - fawn and white teddy with black paw prints on his feet and I start thinking of who I could give it to. I do have friends who've recently had a baby but is it environmentally sound to have a bear shipped over the Atlantic and transported the length and breadth of England to end up in the clutches of their little son? My little clicking spree has also landed me with another dilemma - I've received an e-mail coupon for a green and gold pin that shows I'm interested in hugging trees.... or am I getting it mixed up with the 'tree-huggers' green silicon bracelet, I forget.... The pin is free, I just have to pay for shipping, but what's the point of adding to cargos in ships and increasing energy consumption by some infinitesimal fraction of a cent? I think I should kick this nervous clicking habit and get back to writing this damned course paper I'm doing.

By the way, my entire global division of the international bakery was scrapped today. Well, not exactly scrapped, just hit on the head and divided up into the rest of the bakery. Not only my department, but the whole shooting match will cease to exist at the end of the year. It actually makes sense, for once.

But it IS a little unsettling.

Just thought I'd mention that. Click, click.