Hi Christopher

Im totally with you about going there, My old mum was from Dublin, and a couple of years before she passed away, one Sunday morning my elder brother came round to break the news that her (baby) brother had passed away, in Dublin. she was not in good health but after she recovered from the first shock, she demanded we go there now, She had a morbid fear of flying so when I told her the Quickest way to get there was to fly, she just said do it, we managed to book a flight the same night and was In dublin the next morning, ( I will always remember my mums arms grabbing the armrests as we took off ), I have not been to dublin since I was in short pants, but they still remembered me, they welcomed us with open arms, after the funeral, I went out on my own for a fag, All these old ladies in black dresses kept coming up to me, OH.. how youve grown, or I used to change your nappies, or your Evas son are you,
Needless to say we now keep in close contact,
Best wishes.
Pete
