In all the decades I have been sharing my tales with the good people of the internet, I do not think I have once touched on the subject of cab drivers. I don't know why, given that I have been known to avail myself of their services on a regular basis — when I'm not busy using my own four legs to walk to and fro, hither and yon ... or submerging myself in the bilious viscera of the subway ... or perching myself on the magnificent M5 (that's a bus — my favorite one — for those of you not in the know) ... or, of course, raising my right eyebrow and thinking hard about where I want to go, which is the quickest and most reliable way to transport myself.

So this week I plan to dedicate to the telling of taxi tales, which, of course, should not be confused with Taxi's tail, which, if I may be so honest (and oh, I may) (may I?) (Mother, may I?), is actually more fascinating to me, but, I suspect, may not interest you in the least. (Taxi, for those of you not in the know, is my dog.) (Please. For those of you not in the know, I beg of you, GET in the know. Thank you.)

But for now I will just direct you to look at the drawing of me at the top of this page and note that I have changed back into the classic black turtleneck. Which means the weather is now in full fall fabulousness. And means I am now back in the black and back in the swing.

Stay tuned.