Not far from where I am now sitting, at the other end of the landing in my parents resource room, is a set of documents I find remarkable. Between books by Barack Obama and Alistair Cook (the broadcaster, not the cricketer) is a collection of three theseses: Marks and Luke’s PhD, and my masters. They are all bound in leather with gold writing, standing side by side. I find it a remarkable sight; how many other families can have such a collection? Of course, they are each on vastly different subjects and are different lengths, and mine is ‘only’ a masters whereas my brothers’ are doctorates, but that collection is testimony to what my brothers and I have achieved. More to the point, though, it is testimony to my parents, and te remarkable job they did bringing us up. The three of us have all now followed our separate paths, but we all know we have the unfailing, unquestioning support of the best parents in the world. Without that support, none of those theseses would be there.