Subject: Mixed metaphors (Page 25)

My mind is an open slate.

They paired off, one by one.

War is hell on wheels.

Keep a stiff upper chin.

People were streaming out of town to escape the floods.

Never lick a gift horse in the mouth.

We're going to get locked into a corner.

When sleeping dogs fly.

I'm so busy, I don't know whether I'm coming or not.

We'll be there until the fat lady freezes over.

I've been up and down like a light switch.

The horses of Australia’s snowy mountains once served to harness the identity of a nation emerging from colonial rule.

I make it my goal to shake every hand that walks in the door.

Let dead dogs sleep.

I guess I threw a cog in the wrench.

If you let the cat out of the bag, how can you let sleeping dogs lie?

They cut into a water main, and it was gushing like a mountain.

Someone's going to hang from the yardstick for this.

Things are different when you have fifteen people on your plate.

A bird in the hand is mightier than the sword.

The writing is on the wall for bookshops.