Ackshully

But on a What does he do, but goes and buys a washin'-machine and sends it home, and ackshully the lite left me eyes when he tould me that with it[…]

But on a winding road it wasn't no manner o'good, I declare, They was onto, an'over you, before ackshully you knew they was there.

It was, therefore, a relief when Erin almost light-heartedly announced: “I don't ackshully know the way from here to Marksty-thing-something, er, where is it you ackshully live?”