Spreydon school pick-up lane now requires two hi-vis parents, a whistle and a ceasefire
The PTA has appointed an unofficial envoy. She drives a Kluger.
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The PTA has appointed an unofficial envoy. She drives a Kluger.
Heather has THOUGHTS and she is not afraid to share them
Coach Dazza reckons the swamp is a teaching moment. The parents reckon Dazza is the teaching moment.
A statement from Dave the Tradie regarding aggressive peas and the work he's doing.
The goat had no permit, no lead long enough, and no interest in the brass band.
One woman had been saving since 2019 for a ham. The ham is now theoretical.
One says yellow lid. One says red lid. One thanks her for joining a trial she's never heard of.
Fourteen winning captains held the cup aloft. None of them looked at the plinth.
The hardware run is a Saturday ritual. The ritual has hit a wall.
The cloud is described as dark and rude.
Builder reckons it'll see out the winter. Won't say which one.
Umpire called dead ball. Dog wouldn't move. Dad on the boundary lost it at a teenager.
Three weeks on, the Year 2 carpet still sparkles under fluorescent light. So do two teachers.
The fryer was off. The chips kept coming. Then they didn't.
Guys. Guys. I never thought I'd have to make this video.
Three raised beds in, no one will admit to planting it, and Beryl's threatening to pull the lot.
Builder says the wall has structural integrity. The wall says otherwise. Constable Pearce attended.
Customer says the unit is 'not fit for purpose'. The unit is venting smoke onto the carpet.
Three hours, two retired teachers, one Resene swatch — and still no resolution.
A Stuff investigation can reveal the match resumed, then stopped, then resumed, then stopped again.
After 14 months, 47 witnesses, and one weeping assistant manager, the Commission has reached its findings.
The sausage sizzle reconciliation has entered its fourth week. Nobody is having a nice time.
Six weeks apart. Twelve minutes of prepared remarks. One chewed left foot.
Bloke from Milson went on holiday up north. Came back the colour of a stop sign.
The forecast said sunny. The cloud said no.
The forecast said sun. The sky said get stuffed. A single dark cloud is now parked directly over the ferry terminal doing whatever it wants.
The kiwi, it seems, are not taking visitors. Particularly not the four-legged kind with opinions.