The rich autumn leaves no longer crunched underfoot but accumulated in accepting layers like penurious dark soggy pancakes.
Ollie had since moved up a rung in the absorbing trick-trap race, clutching tight to the base of the slippery ladder. Having restored the charming Caxi Tab rental back to an exhausted and fiery Old Hob, Ollie was delighted to be driving his own fully city council licensed, metallic purple, badass-bucket-of-bolts taxi.
He pulled a slow unhurried left off the deadly, warm welcoming Burlington four on one roundabout after dropping off Sinbad, a sweet talkin' six-foot sailor from Singapore, his second cousin Finbar, a fairly well fed, not-so-friendly farmer from Fermoy, his new partner Lucia, a long-legged, land-loving lecturer from Limerick with rings on her generous taxi-tipping fingers and ting-a-ling tea bells on her twinkle-cut toes and Kevin, a calm and collected clerical officer from just outside Kinnegad and Tobago.