Geraldine Mitre 10 out of zip ties — tradies staring into the middle distance
The cable-tie aisle has been described as 'a crime scene, basically'.
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The cable-tie aisle has been described as 'a crime scene, basically'.
The letterbox has received two flyers and a rates notice since August.
After 47 sitting days and one submission written in glitter pen, the Commission has reported back.
Slide works. Swings work. Consultant's invoice apparently doesn't.
The umbrella was from Invercargill. The wind was from Opoho. Neither party is speaking.
Tuesday it was shells. Wednesday it was tinfoil. Nobody has seen anyone doing it.
Half the plot reckons it's a vegetable. The other half reckons someone's having a lend.
The downward dogs are down. The bingo callers are ropeable. Nobody's leaving.
She brought a two-litre thermos. Locals now understand this was a warning.
Consent stamped Tuesday. Structure horizontal Wednesday. Owner blames the nor'wester. Physics blames the builder.
He arrived with a two-litre Stanley and a laminated agenda no-one had asked for.
After 14 months, 47 witnesses, and one crying deputy principal, the Commission has delivered its findings.
The sash is real. The ceremony was not. Nobody can explain the certificate.
After 47 sitting days and one adjournment for a barbecue, the Commission delivers its findings on Awapuni's gnome question.
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.
OC7989 hasn't moved since 2011. A sycamore is using it as a planter.
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.