Be the sharp knife

red kitchen knife sketch

red kitchen knife sketch

You know what’s more dangerous than a really sharp knife?

A dull one.

This week I was chopping walnuts with my favourite red kitchen knife, which my sister gave me for Christmas years ago. Probably more years than I even realise, because lately it hasn’t been chopping as cleanly and I kept thinking, “I’ll need to replace that soon”.

At first I didn’t replace it because covid (literally not spending any money on anything), and then it was because I was spending money on other things (like going to the scottish highlands and buying new Nike trainers in custom PF colours). Then simply because it didn’t seem important enough. 

And then on Wednesday the knife slipped and I sliced into one of my left fingers, right at the cuticle. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but it did bleed a lot and made it difficult to type when I had this big plaster on it.

So, a new set of kitchen knives have been ordered, AND I’ve backed a kickstarter for one of the coolest knives I’ve ever seen, called BARE knives. (It literally looks like something the dwarves custom crafted for Bilbo’s kitchen.)

But it got me thinking about how dangerous a dull knife is. You’d think it would be the sharp knife – because of how quickly and seriously it could injure you. On reflection though, my dull knife was even more dangerous, because I didn’t think it would or could hurt me that badly.

True, i didn’t lose a finger or anything (which I’m slightly nervous about with the LOTR knife up there), but I did appreciate the reminder that if you’re going to do something, do it well.

If you’re going to get a kitchen knife and use it often and be cooking every day, get a really good high quality knife which will do exactly what it’s supposed to do – chop walnuts or slice tomatoes or dice chicken or whatever. A dull knife will not actually do that well, AND it is more likely to slip off the food it’s supposed to be chopping and cut you, instead.

The same goes for a lot of things.

“If you think a professional is expensive, try hiring an amateur.”

Of the three areas good, fast, and cheap, you may only have 2 at a time (not all three).

You can have good and fast, but it won’t be cheap. You can have good and cheap, but it won’t be fast. You can have cheap and fast, but it won’t be good.

We’ve all been there. When I bought my house, the hot water boiler had been put in a few years ago (he said). I’m not sure what “a few years” was, but within a year my boiler was shutting off randomly, and it caused all kinds of trouble.

I got it looked at, but the company who came kept “sorting it” and then it wasn’t sorted. They kept coming back, and coming back, and coming back. And the boiler kept shutting off and not working at all and I kept coming home to an icebox instead of a house, or having to take frozen showers in November. (Kid you not.)

Finally I gave up and bought a brand new boiler (including insurance) and miracle of miracles had hot water whenever I needed it, and heating in the house.

The same thing happened with a filling which fell out of one of my teeth. I’d had it since i was a teenager, so it was no surprise. I got it “taken care of” at my local dentist, one I’d only seen once or twice. Then I had to go again. And again. More pain. More and more pain. Relief for a little while, then it fell out again.

Eventually I asked for recommendations for a really, really good dentist – knowing they might be very expensive. But it wasn’t just the money: I was tired of wasting time. Being in pain. Never knowing if I could bite down on something or not. Waiting and waiting and waiting for appointments, and being disappointed again.

And I went to a private dental practice who not only sorted out my one filling, but a number of other fillings which were put in around the same time so would have started causing trouble later if we hadn’t caught them earlier.

And now I can just eat food and drink hot or cold drinks, like a normal person.

I spent a lot more on a new boiler than on the little piddly amounts here and there to get the old one “fixed”. (And I’ve still got wonky countertops as a result of the old leaking boiler, and those are going to have to be fixed, too.)

I spent a lot more on a private dentist than on the local NHS one. But it was worth every penny and then some, because if you can’t eat, it makes the rest of life pretty hard.

Someone who doesn’t fully and completely know what they are doing, with experience and success stories, is the dull knife. They don’t cost as much, and it seems like things are okay, but you never know when things are going to slip and you get hurt.

As accountants, you know this only too well. Every client we have has told us stories of business owners who came to them with the scars of the dull knife. Tax bills they didn’t know they had to pay. Lost business because of bad advice. Confusion and frustration and lost time.

The really good accountant with experience, success stories, a clearly defined process and pricing, a good team, and a good life balance is the sharp knife. Yes, the risk could feel higher, and the cost is definitely higher. But you’ll do what they need you to do – like the sharp knife, what it’s actually supposed to do – and there’s far less chance they’ll get hurt.

Be the sharp knife.

Buy the sharp knife.

It’s less pain in the long run.


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Well. So. Small update.

Was out hiking on mull and slipped on a rock crossing a burn, and broke my ankle. (I remember hearing an audible “crack” as I went down.)

No signal on phone. Managed to climb down a ravine to get to a more open place and hopefully signal. At that point still convinced it “wasn’t that bad”. Tried to walk along the path and realised yes, it was that bad.

Phoned coast guard, who were utter legends. Sent a boat AND a helicopter. Sun was setting and they didn’t want me sitting in the dark. Oh my word it was cold. Helicoptered out to fort William hospital (nicest people ever), then down to airdrie where I got a cast.

Ankle broken in one place. Doctors pleased (as much as you can be!) it’s a clean break & lining up well. I’ll be down for 4-6 weeks.

I’ve repeated myself a lot over the last few days so here’s the short version to all the questions, with appreciation for the care.

Yes, I’m okay. I’m also utterly exhausted & have hit the “damn, this is going to be a long road” phase. Taking it one day, one hour at a time. 

I’m being looked after. Very kind friends and things being delivered. My amazing sister @secondsunrise2 flying in tomorrow from america to be with me for a few weeks. SO grateful.

What do I need? I’m good on the basics. There have been unexpected costs and more coming so if you want to PayPal monies for deliveries or getting my car & belongings back or all the taxis or whatever, feel free. I’m hardly destitute so only do that if you want to send something useful and aren’t sure what. PayPal username karenlreyburn. Amazon wishlist in bio. Random care packages also happily received!

My car & belongings are up on mull. I have people to help and we are working on timing. But if you’re on mull and want to return a car near Glasgow, let me know :)

Shout out to the Coast Guard for being so swift, & that beautiful combination of sympathy and practicality.

Download the @what3words app. Literal lifesaver.

That’s all for now. All the love. Oh - and no, I don’t hold this against mull at all. It’s still my happy place. Things happen & the mull community has been beautiful. Shout out to @treshnish who couldn’t have been kinder. ❤️
Morning walk. I stood and watched the ferry come in and the sun lighten this little edge of the world.
Been going through old photos and letters - the last of the boxes i had stored at my sister’s house in america. 

When I first moved to Scotland, I only planned to live here for a few years and then go back. Then after a few years I wasn’t ready yet…then I got my residency…still not quite ready….then started a business…then Scottish citizenship…bought a house …finally accepted this is my home and I wasn’t moving back. 

And with every visit back to the states I would go through more boxes, more photos and letters and memories. I’d keep some and throw others away; take photos out of frames and give away the frames; and as time went on I was able to distinguish between the ones I definitely wanted and needed to keep, and those which were lovely at the time but didn’t need to be saved anymore.

Over twenty years on and this past trip I went through the very last of the boxes. I joked to my sister that I’ve now officially settled into Scotland 😆 

This photo of me and my Gramps is a fave and definitely a keeper. Most of the photos and letters I’ve kept are those of family - parents, grandparents, sisters, nieces and nephews. And as much as I love taking landscape photos, I noticed that 20 years later it’s the people photos I am more likely to keep. Thankful for the traditions and patterns of seeing family every year or so since moving to Scotland. They’re small things - baking Christmas cookies and going for walks and going for road trips - but it’s the time together and the continuing family jokes and the memories which remain. And a few photos.

My grandfather (and all my grandparents) have now passed on, but I remember with fondness sitting around at their kitchen table, eating fresh vegetables from the garden, playing scrabble, laughing and talking and drinking coffee.

It’s the small things, and the rhythms of family, which last. ❤️ 
#family #memories #grandparents #oldphotos
Made fresh mince pies for the first time ever. Over twenty years in Scotland and I’d never tried to make them from scratch, so I figured…now is the time! I’m doing lots of thanksgiving baking (yes, we stretch it out here so I’m still prepping!) and decided to buy the ingredients. 

Dried fruit…mixed peel…lots of spices…and Venezuelan rum :) I made up the mincemeat last night, and then today put it in the little pastries and even cut out the wee stars to go on top!

I think I can safely say they’re the best mince pies I’ve ever had. Fresh out of the oven sprinkled with icing sugar and with a glass of said rum alongside :) 

Now we are curled up with a Harry Potter marathon, with plenty of mince pies AND a thanksgiving feast still to come. Happiness! 

#mincepies #homebaking #maryberry #maryberryrecipe #happythanksgiving #happychristmas #harrypotter #hpmarathon