Three hours early

It's not quite her birthday yet but we all have to get up early and get going until late tomorrow, so we decided to have a mini-pre-birthday-cake-event tonight.
And, in fact, 17 years ago I would've been very happy for her to be born on the 10th rather than the 11th because I had a horrible night in hospital and a horrible day too. She wasn't born until late evening on the 11th, which was a very long time to have contractions for.
So, that's my Flea on the eve of 17.