"Visitors to the women's toilets in the Kerikeri basin near the old Stone Store are in for a surprise," writes Allison. "Nestled in one of the basins is a broody hen, who has made a nest for herself out of toilet paper and squawks at anyone venturing near. A woman managed to take a look underneath and sure enough there was at least one egg being carefully nurtured in the basin."
Scar stories revisited
"My sister and I were waiting in the car while Mum did some shopping," writes Lisa. "She wondered if the electric cigarette lighter was working (Dad tended to disable them) so pushed it in, pulled it out and stuck it on my forearm ... and yes, it was working, and no, they don't need to be glowing to be very hot!"
But wait ...
"I am sure I have the ultimate scar story," writes: Brett Maitland. "In 1985, while rescuing a colleague at the zoo, a jaguar took a bite out of my lower leg. It then tried to drown me in its pool, leaving me with a 20cm scar, just above my ankle."