Since Saturday morning I'm older and wiser.

The older's a mere technicality. A birthday. I'm now twenty four.

The wiser however is far more important. My colleagues are colleagues no more.

They bought me some presents I don’t deserve. I’m certain they cost a mint.

Three hand drawn cartoons by Serge Danot. All originals. Signed and dated.

My surprise when I opened the package - produced a whoop of childish delight.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I cleaned my glasses twice.

The one below's particularly apt. I love New York. I've twice been mugged.

I’m older. I'm wiser. I’ve finally realised ....

Magic Roundabout

.... my colleagues at work are actually friends.