Our parents and surroundings make us what we are. We are their blood. As infants at first we try to do everything to imitate them. We watch them move, eat, drink and we dry and move, eat, drink in the same way. There then comes a time when we can’t stand the way they drag their feet, chomp their food or slurp their coffee and then do everything to be as different as possible. After yet more years we realise we’re more like our parents than we could ever imagine. The shock at first is difficult to stomach, but after a while we get used to it and then the cycle continues. Life, eh?