Righty-ho

But it is curiously difficult to say to John Simpson, 'Actually, I'm scared of flying.' So, instead, I say 'Righty-ho,' and a few days later he is striding into the lobby of the Durban Hilton to meet me.

Righty-ho, let's get going.

“Er… a cappuccino, please,” replied Chloe, trying to sound grown-up. “I think I’ll have one too.” Mr Stink shuffled behind the counter and started opening tins. “Righty-ho, two cappuccinos coming right up.”