The knives are out

The knives are not really out, not around here anyway, it just seemed like a good title.  I often get accused of being a bit OCD, so when I was washing up and putting away I made especially sure that the cutting edges of all the knives were facing the same way.  My nearest and dearest will say, "but you always arrange them like that" and, speaking of same person, she came back home today (see extra).