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Actually, she was carrying a “5 1/2 inch bread knife with a rounded tip and a serrated edge”. A little more serious than a butterknife, but still nothing to get the knickers twisted.

And while I can’t claim America as “my” country (yet), my sentiments match yours exactly.

“5 1/2 inch bread knife with a rounded tip and a serrated edge“

Here in the South, that’s what we call a butter knife. Rounded tip that couldn’t be pushed through flesh except maybe by a Navy Seal, and a slightly serrated edge for cutting through crusty bread … not the necks of airline employees.

We might also mention the fact she was also chaperoning 37 kids at the time. Which is a well known terrorist cover story…

And it’s good to see your moniker, Sir Limey. I currently have 1085 MB online in the Gmail account you kindly gave me three years ago.

Ah, to me a butter knife looks more like this .
I haven’t come across your definition in these East Texan parts – as far as I know, it would still be called a bread knife here. I love the way different places have different names for the same thing, yet somehow it’s all more or less the same language.

As for me, I can’t seem to keep my blog alive these days. I had high hopes when I last redesigned it … but goodness, that was almost 2 years ago! Perhaps the imminent birth of our first son (who was due on Tuesday and will be forcibly evicted on Saturday if he doesn’t voluntarily show up before then) will turn out to give me sufficient motivation to resurrect it in some form or another. Or perhaps not.

Glad you continue to like Gmail as much as I do.