Marilyn Fuss, 64, Adelaide, SA
Driving home after work one evening, I rolled down the car window.
What a beautiful day, I thought.
It was March this year, and the air was warm and still. I’d spent the day at the childcare centre where I worked, and was keen to unwind with my adorable chihuahuas, Taco and Tilly, in front of the TV.
Turning into the driveway of our home, I saw that my husband, John, then 70, had just arrived back from taking the dogs for a walk.
‘Hi, love!’ he called out, as I parked the car and climbed out, the pups excitedly licking my legs.
‘Hello, babies!’ I beamed, bending over to pat them.
Suddenly, I heard a loud cracking sound coming from the eight-metre tall, one-metre…
