‘To my horror, I saw Francis, his shirt ablaze’ The fridge was loaded with burgers and sausages. We were all set. My hubby Francis, 40, and our kids, Kara, 12, and Jayden, 8, were hosting a barbecue the day before my birthday, on 9 April 2014.
It’d rained all week, but the sun was finally shining, so we’d brought my party forward.
Around 5pm, when our friend Jesse, 40, and family arrived, Francis took charge of the cooking.
‘The coal’s damp,’ he sighed, and went off to get some firelighters.
Tummies rumbling, Francis was anxious to get started.
I’d ducked indoors to prepare the salad when, suddenly...
BOOM!
A deafening explosion shook the house. Dropping everything, I ran outside.
To my horror, I saw Francis, arms flailing, his shirt ablaze.…
