Today I was out on my bike mooching about the inner suburbs of Sydney on a sunny ANZAC Day. I paused outside one very beautiful and elegant apartment block (not the one in the picture, but very similar) and I lazily wondered what kind of person could afford to live there. As I looked on with low level envy, the electric gate opened and a woman walked out. Imagine my surprise when I recognised her as a former colleague - a financial journalist who I think was married to a rich banker. That explains it then. Fortunately for me and my self esteem she didn't clock me.