It doesn't seem like eleven years ago.
She arrived a bit early.
I was out tittivating the garden.
'It's happening!' said Mrs N,
but like Sir Francis Drake I didn't panic.
I remember finishing off watering the delphiniums.
Then a friend came round to watch Conor.
She was born that night, about 2am.
And I remember the first moment I caught sight of her little face.
These memories remain as strong today as they ever did.