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Award-winning children's author Giles Paley-Phillips shares what means the most to him at Christmas - and why a new dustbin will most definitely not be on his wishlist.

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Our top moments from the London Climate March

Oriana Lauria – Digital Communications

Yesterday was a big day. Over 50,000 people hit the streets of London, and hundreds of thousands joined marches worldwide in the biggest climate mobilisation in history, to call for a strong deal at the Paris talks starting today. Team ActionAid was there, supported by over 300 people who marched in solidarity with the women and children hit hardest by climate change. 

Here are some highlights from a wonderful day of action.

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Kate Menear is a feminist activist with Reclaim the Night Liverpool, a group campaigning on women’s rights issues like sexual violence, cat-calling, street harassment and victim blaming. After yesterday’s International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women, marking the beginning of the 16 Days of Activism against Gender-Based Violence, she told us why she’s been getting involved with the campaign.

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Standing in Piccadilly Circus yesterday, I cheered when I felt raindrops on my face. Odd behaviour for a Londoner with no umbrella or raincoat, maybe. But our new, unique rain-triggered advert, highlighting the devastating impact of climate change on the children of Bangladesh, had just appeared on one of the famous screens above my head. 

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You may know and love her as the bestselling author of heartwarming, witty novels about family, relationships and romance. Here in this exclusive interview Adele Parks shares her thoughts on the importance of being kinder to one other, especially at this time of year, to improve the state of the world we live in.

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As the ferry I was travelling on chugged across the grey-green river in southern Bangladesh, my colleague pointed to a spot on my right. My gaze fell on a wooden cart. Upon it was a white, opaque plastic sack. “That’s the body of a child,” he told me.  “He drowned.”