MOWING THE LAWN SLASHED MY THROAT!
It was the middle of summer and my boys, Arlus, three, and Jameson, two, had a lovely day splashing around in the blow-up pool outside.
Before settling them in for the night, I went outside to clear up the toys they’d left lying on the deck. It was 6.30pm and my husband, Andy, 28, a police officer, was on his ride-on lawnmower, about 15 metres away.
Mowing our two-acre lawn was
