at sixes or sevens
at the end of the day
between the devil and the deep blue sea
Bob’s your uncle
burning the midnight oil
bury a grudge
call it a day
carry coals to Newcastle
cut to the chase
dead as a dodo
dead as a doornail
deliver a veiled threat
drain to the lees
dressed to the nines
drop a hint
drown one’s sorrows
escape the doldrums
everything and the kitchen sink
explode a myth
from the horse’s mouth
getting your ducks in a row
give the devil his due
go suck an egg
gravy train
hold a candle to
hold someone’s nose to the grindstone
in a blue funk
in one fell swoop
jump the shark
Katie bar the door
knock yourself out
lick one’s chops
mum’s the word
neck of the woods
of the essence
on the level
pass muster
pull a boner
push the envelope
seized by an uncontrollable desire
six of one, half a dozen the other
(the) spitting image
that’s all she wrote
then she went to town
three sheets to the wind
to a T
20/20 hindsight
it comes out in the wash
we’ve got your back
where’s the beef?