Our FB friends – The Tibbotts
For Andrea, we rocked up to her house at just after 5.30 am in the morning in our pyjama’s, on a school day to bang on their door. A light came on and Mark answered. As he stood there with just a gown on trying to focus as to what was happening, we pounced the impromptu surprise on Andrea so as to be the first to wish her a birthday salutation. It would be fair to write that the Tibbotts are not morning people. The chaos abated to us cooking breakfast and raising a glass of plonk to the traditional ‘happy birthday’ lyrics.
However, the lyrics didn’t stop there! When it was Mark’s birthday, we didn’t acknowledge it for the whole day, him thinking silence was golden. Just before mid-night on his birthday day, we again rocked up to his house and banged on the door. A light came on and Mark answered … to our surprise, in the same gown too. We pounced with our bottle of plonk and never departed until some ungodly hour after an ale and ‘happy birthday’ song.
Although grimaces at the time, many a grin has been shed with them about celebrating those two occasions, and others when reminiscing. Mark was witness to me enduring the back, sack and crack wax – two grown men crying tears simultaneously for different reasons!
Our friendship stems from us minding their children Courtney and Nick at Outaskool.
Our first meeting with Andrea when enquiring was quite unique in the sense she knew of a Brent Ruru growing up on the Banks Peninsula. He had a history of dissimilar mischief and it got the better of Andrea to think he was going into business to care for children. It was instant grimace to grin when we first met and her look of relief was priceless.
Quite dissimilar to the one experienced when fronting up on her birthday I might add!
And yep, there are two Brent Ruru’s residing in Christchurch – never having met before neither.
Recently celebrating Andrea’s 50th allowed us to share a moment in time as a collective. It was fantastic to see how Courtney and Nick have matured and inherit their parents infectious grins.
A Tibbots trait that will radiate for many pranks to come.