My excursion around America is nearly over. I've played in some great American cities and some not so great, so I'm happy to report that the final two weeks sees me in the beautiful and very livable Seattle.

This is the third time I've been in America for Thanksgiving and each time it's made me feel like an orphan. Thanksgiving is the most significant holiday on the American calendar and everyone but everyone seems to race home to spend the day in the bosom of their family. To me, the day is of no great significance, it's just the fourth Thursday in November, but even so, when everyone else disappears to be with the people they love you can't help but feel a bit lonely.

What's written on the front door to your workplace? You probably don't pay it much attention but if you have a place of work - and assuming you don't work from home - I'm guessing there's something written there, even if it is just a "push" or a "pull".