I think there was a cursory glance into John's ruck sack and my handbag. In fact afterwards I remembered I was actually carrying a knife in my bag!

Only a tiny one, in a Victorinox Swiss Card (check it out in the usual places), but very sharp and I reckon you could do serious damage to a person with it!
Nearly got shot on our way out one year though! Sitting in my wheelchair waiting for a cab to arrive, chatting to the very nice policeman with a machine gun in his hands... Cab arrives, I pick up my metal folding walking stick that I had along the side of the wheelchair and shook it to open it. It goes click click click rather loudly, next minute that machine gun is pointed at me!

Fortunately the copper saw the funny side, and helped John fold up wheelchair while I got into cab. Was a bit of a scary moment though!