Just knocked one of K's extremely sharp knives off the worktop, leaving it stuck point-first in the floor and quivering.
Fortunately, and entirely of its own accord, my bare foot that had been occupying that piece of floor had managed to make its escape in the intervening 0.5 seconds (by my math).
Semi-autonomous limbs have their uses at times...
Oh and K had just been using that knife in preparing roast lamb.
Coincidence?