TE AWAMUTU PRIMARY DEMANDS SOCKS HIT MID-CALF — PARENTS DEMAND A LIFE
A three-centimetre sock discrepancy has triggered four PTA emails and one resignation.
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A three-centimetre sock discrepancy has triggered four PTA emails and one resignation.
The umbrella was bought in Invercargill, which locals say should have been a warning.
The enemy lives at number 42 and owns a Stihl.
Ninth year of the everything-must-go sale. Everything is, in fact, still there.
The consent is in order. The posts are not.
The scarecrow is called Nigel. Nigel is not going anywhere. The man behind Nigel is, apparently, on a journey.
He's from Auckland, he's got batteries, and he's not going anywhere.
Ferranti-brand units from Hollinwood, England, have been ticking over in a Cuba Street cupboard since before decimal currency.
It was a Tuesday morning in Judea. The suspect laced up his shoes. He did not know about the candles.
Clubcard says 40 points. Receipt says 4. Deborah says she'll die on this hill.
Builder insists the measurements are correct. The chair insists otherwise.
After 14 months and $2.3m in legal fees, the Commission has determined the umbrella was, on the balance of probabilities, a bit shit.
Bloke reckons the bird made eye contact first. The bird has not been available for comment.
MetService widget says 14 and clear. The gazebo is now in Diamond Harbour.
Mate of mine reckons the chippie measured it with a pie in one hand.
The cause is a shade sail. The cupcake is lemon.
Club treasurer defends the swap. Sideline dads defend nothing of the sort.
Barnaby the labrador has sat through four meetings this year. His owner has managed one, and left early.
The kite has dangly bits. The wristwatch cost more than the kite. The wind does not care.
Wagner Place residents have lodged three noise complaints and one vibe complaint in a fortnight.
Two pensioners, one thermometer, and a packet of Pineapple Lumps held hostage for forty minutes.
It was a Tuesday morning on the coastal walkway. Nothing about that day suggested what was about to unfold.
Three mayoral candidates promise to fix the ring road. None of them define ring, road, or fix.
A Stuff investigation into the green-painted nuptials that have left a Tawa hall booking officer requesting a full carpet shampoo.
Three Speights in at the Sumner pub when Macca tells me about Walter again. Mate, you won't believe this one.
The cat is fine. The silverbeet is not. The Dunedin City Council is, as ever, reviewing.
The Commission finds, on the balance of probabilities, that the boats have been there since at least Queen's Birthday.
The bath was at 9.40. The cardboard was destroyed by 10.06. Police are not involved, but should be.
Multiple sources confirm a large green figure has been loitering near the bush line. Officials remain tight-lipped.
Sources allege Auckland Council has reversed the chlorine-to-water ratio. The Daily Yarn has spent six weeks investigating a glass of water.