All coined accidentally by my befuddled mind.
As dry as ditchwater.
It may come down to the toss of a dice.
I’ve dug myself into a pickle.
It’s nothing but a white herring.
I’m sweating like a bucket.
Trying to pull the wool under the carpet.
Not the sharpest cookie in the box.
He’s a minefield of information.
It gets on her goat.
You’re just stabbing yourself in the foot.
I’ll be on your back like a ton of bricks.
They’ve all flooded the ship.
They made a dog’s ear of it.
I nearly feel that I’m into the final hurdle
It sold like a dog.
I was in the last gasp saloon.
He’s got other fires in the oven.
It’s a recipe waiting for disaster.
He’s got his finger on every pulse.
I grabbed the short end of the stick.
It’s not like you’re paid through the earth.
[bragging about website] I'm afraid I've literally blown Brian Stone's burnet moths out of the window.
Freelance designers are short on the ground.
I’ve always had a warm spot for Mistle Thrushes.
I’m not prepared to go the full hog.
I think he’s juggling too many pies.
You shouldn’t bore the tears off people.
He’s just hiding his head under the carpet.
I was hitting it as sweet as a whistle.
Just to keep him from getting under our hair.
She’s not got her finger on the ball.
You haven’t got a foot to stand on.
