ARROWTOWN PTA MEETING ENTERS SEVENTH HOUR AS WELLINGTON MOTHER REFUSES TO LEAVE
She brought her own oat milk. She brought her own opinions. She brought a two-litre thermos.
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Margaret has covered suburban Christchurch for forty years and believes every fence dispute is a constitutional crisis.
She brought her own oat milk. She brought her own opinions. She brought a two-litre thermos.
A breeze rolled in off the Bombays and half the town went inside. The other half posted about it.
Neighbours say the letterbox has been assaulted zero times in eleven years. Trevor disagrees, in advance.
The sash is real. The ceremony was not. Nobody can explain the certificate.
The umbrella was from Invercargill. The wind was from Opoho. Neither party is speaking.
A Northcote content creator's tearful apology after a Southland-branded umbrella inverted on Cranford Street.
MetService said the word once. The New World is now out of bread.
Keith the gnome has been photographed on both lawns. Neither Henderson will say who moved him last.
The portal has rejected fourteen passwords. One was the portal's own suggestion.
The gnome had a fishing rod. The pipe had three litres of standing water.
Store insists misplaced stock is a 'family activity'. Shoppers reckon it's the same as every other Tuesday.
Ratepayer meant to email QLDC. Ended up on a Hawke's Bay portal that at least had the decency to lie kindly.
Christchurch City Council has closed a working slide behind orange netting for reasons nobody can define in under 400 words.
You didn't hear it from me. Heard it off Kev at the Carterton Club, Thursday. Maybe Wednesday.
Engineer says it's 'not technically a wall anymore' but concedes it's still doing wall things.
Ōpōtiki District Council insists the invoice is correct. The pipe insists on nothing, being imaginary.
Commissioner satisfied the shop is not, in fact, closing down.
One says yellow lid. One says red lid. One thanks her for joining a trial she's never heard of.
The route, three kilometres of poor decisions, has been described by the runner as 'a sunset loop'. It is not.
The consent says yes. The four-by-two says no. Gravity got the final word.