You would think that if you chat to a group of female friends who you made online through a common interest, that you would avoid any embarrassing experiences? (well, depending on what the common interest is of course).
Wrong! A few weeks ago I unwittingly confessed to giving birth to six children whilst on a trampoline.
It all began after I lost my furbaby Sam last year, and decided I would like to make a memorial book or something like that. I am from an artistic family on both sides (my mum and aunt on one side, my grandmother on the other), however I have about as much artistic talent as a meerkat on acid (everyone knows they are pants at art). There is a valid reason for this, which I'll go into later but at the moment I feel like Ronnie Corbett going off on a tangent.
I trawled the internet for inspiration and got sidetracked into the world of scrapbooking/art journals. I got hooked. Suddenly I discovered a way even I could create art, although my efforts so far haven't exactly been impressive. I joined an online site (UK Scrappers) and a 'team', luckily for me you get points just for doing a layout, however bad it is. The other week it was our 'team's first anniversary so we decided to have an online chat. There were quite a few of us talking, and amongst the topics of conversation were how glad we were that we weren't cats as multiple births can't be much fun, and injuring ourselves on the trampoline whilst showing off to our kids/friends kids. I posted a reply to the trampoline thread, but Sarah had posted a comment a second earlier, so this is how the coversation appeared.
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