Today I was reminded that there is no such thing as a free lunch when I agreed to help Paul move house, he assured me it was just 'a few small things' which were left over at the old house when they moved last month. The 'few small things' turned out to be more than Ciara and I own and I then remembered nothing in America is small.
In the evening we ate a Mexican (which is a novel approach to the immigration problem) and Paul & Ber took us on a tour of Portland bars the names of which elude me.
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