c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-13–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-12–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-11–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-10–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-9–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-8–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-7–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-6–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-5–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-4–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-3–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-2–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-1–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-0–>p class=”MsoNormal”>After that long train journey to Dublin on Newry General Holiday, Amiens Street Station was a welcome sight. The passengers, women and men with children’s hands held tightly in theirs surged up the platform past the ticket inspector and invaded Dublin.
Our clan always made first for Woolworths in Abbey Street, up a flight of stairs and straight for the restaurant. It was self-service, a set-up totally alien to us. But great stuff!! The food was all displayed there before you and you could pick and choose at will.
This walk was a certainty for us. Not that we wanted to go! We had no choice! After a boring and argumentative half-hour, it was back to Mooney’s. By then a lot of our neighbours had congregated there. This caused a further delay until everyone was satisfied that the craic and the drink were exhausted!
Finally, satisfied and happy, it was back to Amiens Street Station for the long trek home. There would usually be a sing-song on the way home. Some tired souls dozed off.
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