Autumn seems to have arrived early this year. Way too early. Already the regulars in my commuter group are muttering about the best bargains in vests, tights and jerseys.
The mornings are unseasonably cold and with a biting wind. The frightening sniffles disturb our peace each morning, heralding the cold and flu period. Everyone is afraid that a long winter is ahead of us.
Pinky, our Model C, told us that her landlord refused to let her install a fireplace in a townhouse because of regulations. Now she is thinking of moving to a little cottage where she can do as she pleases with the building.
The snag, in her mind, is that her friends will laugh at her for being so unfashionable as to live in a house. But she says she had flu three times in the relatively short winter we had last year.
Auntie Emma, who knows everything known and unknown to us, had a different take on the matter. She told our young taxi driver that he needs to buy putty to fix his old windows.
Our young driver bought himself an old kombi and is now a proud owner. He bought the skorokoro from another owner, who felt he would get a better deal from him than from the recap programme.
The taxi is wonderfully airy in summer, with breezes wafting in everywhere. We often remarked on the new "aircon" he installed for our benefit.
Unfortunately, with winter fast upon us, he needs to shut off the "aircon". This means that he will have to make a few repairs to the body of the kombi, particularly the floor.
There are things that rattle somewhere, although we are not sure where. He himself sometimes looks mystified.
The windows do not fit properly and some are the wrong shape. Auntie Emma suggested that he should buy putty because obviously he can't afford the rubber sealers.
She said the putty would also plug the holes in the floor as we do not want a stiff breeze aiming for our nether regions. She said she had not yet graduated to wearing tights and she was not going to be forced to do so by the skorokoro.
Pinky, as usual, wanted to set a date for a toyi-toyi. She is intensely envious of our generation because she did not do the toyi-toyi as a serious subject during the 1976 riots.
She feels seriously deprived and disadvantaged because she did not live during those interesting times.
The driver said he was waiting for the taxi recap programme to resume, when he will buy a top of the range kombi. He said he would not buy the fake kombis from China and Russia because he wanted the best for us.
Both Auntie Emma and Pinkie jumped on him, saying the least he could do was to subsidise our medical bills. In the end they settled on a pine air freshener.