Now that Mocktober (the month when we are cruel to those less fortunate than ourselves) is coming to an end, we look forward to Brovember.
Brovember is when we remember - if we have them - our male relatives of roughly similar ages. Ideally brothers, but cousins, uncles, nephews - all are available to be celebrated.
My brother, of course, lives in the tunnels under the Great House, kept well under control by his nurse, Mrs Rochester. I'm not saying I like to see him - or why would I imprison him down there, let's face it - but it's nice to remember him. That is what Brovember is all about, after all.