Parnell school apologises for spelling "sausage sizzle" as "sausage sizzle"
Four hundred parents have now read the correction. None of them can find the mistake.
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Margaret has covered suburban Christchurch for forty years and believes every fence dispute is a constitutional crisis.
Four hundred parents have now read the correction. None of them can find the mistake.
The Year 3 craft afternoon ended at 2.20pm on Thursday. The glitter has not.
The umpire is in Year 10. The tribunal is a bloke from Nelson with a phone.
The pigeon is two metres tall. Nobody at the Mount asked for it.
The invoice arrived in full. The stairs did not.
The structures at Puzzling World have been leaning since before his parents were born, which has not helped.
Pull up a stool, because a mate of mine reckons this one's a beauty.
The fence went up in August. Bugger all has happened since.
One cupcake. Eighteen dollars. A queue of parents pretending this is normal.
Six kilometres on foot with a wonky wheel, and now he wants a plaque.
She brought her own biscuits. She brought a folder. She brought opinions about the drop-off zone despite living 600km away.
One says Tuesday. One says Thursday. The third says the bin has been retired.
What began as a family gathering at Hokowhitu Domain ended in a Fitzherbert Avenue lounge, with three thermoses and a grievance.
Residents reckon the tagging is bad enough. The possum has made it personal.
Tauranga City Council confirms the objection was filed on lined paper with a paw print where the signature should be.
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.