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So, with just three columns left to go, it's time to dish out some mentions - free ads, really - to my favourite foodie haunts.
Nicest hot chocolates in my opinion are from Rhubarb in Roslyn and the best coffees come from the lovely, talented Nic and Mikey in Morning Magpie downstairs. If you're ever feeling a bit flat, these two will soon lift your spirits and make you feel good about yourself again.
Zucchini Brothers does the best pizza and Greek salad, Ironic makes fantastic nachos, and Best Cafe fish and chips cannot be beaten for the occasional treat. There are so many good Indian restaurants and lamb biryanis, too.
Last of all I want to make special mention of my friends at Rembrandt Cafe in Moray Pl. I've loved going there for a value-for-money lunch, and have had much enjoyment out of their automatic door bell which says ''welcome'' and ''thank you'', but not necessarily in the right order or when you might expect it.
Thanks to all. And don't worry - I have tried to eat my five-plus of fruit and vegetables every day as well.
And now I'm feeling really hungry.
''You will see him looking up my kilt. I was on my way out to play my pipes at a funeral and Heather couldn't resist taking this pic. He also loves getting into boxes etc and I did have one of him in our chilly bag as well.
''There is a bit of a story behind our little friend, who is actually not that little any more.
''There were three kittens dumped at the age of 6 weeks old south of Brighton township on a lifestyle block and 'Pantha', as he is now known, is the only one to survive.
''One was caught by a neighbour's dog and died from shock, one took off and was never seen again, and Pantha jumped into an agapanthus plant, hence the name. Pantha now is almost 4 years old and a delight.''
Thanks Bill. Hope Pantha has recovered from the close encounter of the kilt kind now.
Tom Landreth is fascinated by some strange wildlife happenings in his Cromwell neighbourhood.
''Last spring I watched a pair of blackbirds which nested under the roof of a nearby house. The female of the pair had white feathers in the middle of her tail, visible when the tail was spread in flight or when taking off and landing.
''They raised two broods and one or perhaps two of the young birds had white tail feathers.
''Recently, I was amazed to see, in addition to the blackbirds, that one of two starlings on the lawn also had white tail feathers. What goes on here?''
Is there any link there, do you think? Let me know.
I'm still getting recollections and photos of the New Zealand and South Seas International Exhibition held in Dunedin all those years ago.
Glenda Clarke wrote in a few weeks back:
''I was talking with my mother (101) the other day and she remembers going to the Dunedin Exhibition when she was a girl.
''She went with her mother and two older brothers, and was really upset and crying as she wanted to have a ride on the rollercoaster. Mum wasn't allowed to go, as her mother didn't want to take her on the ride, and she wouldn't let Mum go with her brothers.
''Years later, Dad took Mum on a rollercoaster and she was petrified! They were offered another ride for free - needless to say, Dad declined the offer.
''I wonder what her reaction would have been if she was able to go on the ride when she was a child?''
Interesting to ponder that. I think we get more cautious as we get older, so she may have enjoyed it more at that age? Thanks Glenda.