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We're home, safe, and in a mental fog of exhaustion. Tim has become a FAT BARSTID in only two weeks. It's not hard to work out why: I've just watched him "sharing" a bowl of kibble with Frank. (Who is in good health, if hilariously shaved.) We're gonna need two bowls.

Imagine the subeditor's glee

"Women's farting myth exploded" (today's New Zealand Herald)

Clippings

Social websites sign EU pact vs. cyber-bullying

Lovesick octopus Sid swims free

Hairy savages bit of Highland fling: "In reality, the battles between the Jacobites and Hanoverian forces were more contests between equals with the rebels using up-to-date military tactics and relying on the musket and bayonet - not the claymore."

Trans-Tasman flights are set to be reclassified as domestic. Whatever happens, eat something before they let you in to the gates at Wellington Airport - there's only one teensy cafe in there and by the time you get to it almost everything has been DEVOURED.