Spotted on TVNZ's Breakfast programme, host Alison Pugh with the shop tag still on her chiffon blouse. Does this mean the top goes back on the store shelf after the morning's show?
It was a dark and stormy night ...
Iris writes: "After a late hairdressing appointment I ran to my
car in the empty carpark through the heavy rain. It was a dark, cold winter's night and I had to drive home in the rain. So my nerves were on edge when I started the car and heard my grandson's voice. I froze ... he lives in Auckland, miles away. I speed towards home and his voice starts again. I'm shaking with fear when I get home and throw myself in the door. 'Something dreadful is wrong. Mathew's in trouble,' I cried. 'He's been talking to me'. My husband said calmly: 'I've been trying to communicate too. I've rung you twice but you didn't answer'. Ignoring him I rang my daughter-in-law in Auckland. 'No, nothing's wrong. Mathew's fine, just gone to sleep.' My husband rang my cellphone again. Mathew's voice filled the room. The little darling had changed my ringtone and recorded a poem he was rehearsing for a school competition."
Many-hued tubers
Shoppers in Belarus may soon be tempted by new breeds of potato with luridly blue, pink or purple flesh, it's reported. It's all part of a wider national effort by Belarusian scientists to develop new kinds of spuds with non-traditional colours that will taste as good as the more common white-yellow ones. Their creators hope to use them in a variety of products including crisps, chips and instant mashed potatoes.
More white lies Kiwi kids were told
1. "My grandfather had a finger missing on his right hand. He told me that one night when he was in Africa, his hand was outside the tent and a lion nibbled it off," writes Annie. "However, he ruined that story by later telling me another - when he was stranded in a life raft during the war, he used it for bait and caught a shark to prevent him and his lady companions dying from starvation. I became quite confused when my mother said he had lost it in an accident when he was a carpenter."
2. Anna writes: "One of the nicest white lies I know of was when a young Indian family friend didn't disappoint my little brother, who thought that Indians were 'cowboys and Indians'. Jack told him wonderful stories about fighting cowboys and (oh joy) even gave him the bow and arrows!"
