I can't bear sharp knives, especially if they're all metal and "clangy". We have a set at home and I can't watch if anyone is using them, I literally have to leave the kitchen, and I'll sit in the living-room, trying not to think about knife-related disasters.
My mum was always cutting herself (by accident!) when I was a kid, she was never without a huge plaster on her thumb and a blood-stained tea towel somewhere in our kitchen. Then a few years ago, my husband cut himself badly, he nicked an artery and it was a proper ambulance dash, he had to be stitched up in A&E, he was right on the threshold for a transfusion as he'd lost so much blood. Most of which was on my kitchen floor, I had to clean it all up when we got home, 8 hours later. It was all congealed, and it had splattered right up to the top of one of the kitchen cupboards
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