Last night I had racist dreams about my house being robbed by Aboriginal children from Redfern- funny isn't it how you never imagine a burglar from Mosman. I am having a midlife crisis and deciding that I don't want to work in an office but ride through the mountains of Central Asia instead: the middle class fantasy is crashing and burning and I'm not sure if it's spring restlessness or a real change of life. Just in case I mean it I am going into training for a high altitude cycling trip by swimming up and down the pool in Victoria Park a few times a day and eating my greens.