Here we are, half way through Movember and my ‘Mo’ is starting to look all Tom Selleck on me. It is past itchy and continually surprising me when I catch my reflection. At tea the other night my wife and sons all turned up at the tea table wearing false moustaches. These have since been distributed to various parts of the house and much amusement has been had finding different places to put them.


This is the first time in my life I have let my facial hair take over; to be honest I am looking forward to getting my upper lip back again next month. But until then it will remain as a visible message to everybody that men’s health is important. There is lots of information out there, so I won’t go on about it here – but do look at some of the facts and figures if you have time ( it doesn’t make altogether cheery reading.

Earlier this year, for a variety of reasons, I became unwell. I found myself unable to go to work, or even leave the house for most of the time. I regained a long lost stutter and virtually lost the ability to speak and became very withdrawn. It took several months, some therapy and (most importantly) the support and love of my wife and family for me to start to mend. I know how debilitating it was and how helpless, hopeless and useless I felt at the time. Movember is my first real chance to ask the world to look out for their menfolk, we need help too, even if we’re too proud, stubborn or just plain stupid to ask for it.

I don’t want to end this post on a negative feel, so instead I will list some of the positive things that have come from the last year;

I used the time at home to teach myself to bake – the boys love that!

I wrote a book (lifetime ambition) – it’s still on my hard drive and not that good, but it is written!

I spent time with my youngest son that I wouldn’t have done otherwise.

I was around more for my middle son at a difficult time.

I even had time to help my eldest son learn to drive and pass his test.

I was able to make peace with my own parents, not easy and another story altogether, but we are talking after many years of me grunting and being rude to them. (And yes, I do know that is a childish way for a grown man to behave.)

I was reminded how much I love my wife and why I married her in the first place. Her compassion, understanding and care have been humbling. Even though she is not keen on my ‘Mo’ it is for her most of all! Thank you xx