a pub in newry with her husband, a country and western singer. #itisa # it is a slow road that winds through— # it is a slow road that winds through the sweet pines # it _ through the sweet pines # it makes me want to stop along the way # _ he hated the pub. and actually most of the customers didn't like him either, because he was quite miserable in it! so he, after six to eight weeks, it was making him a bit fed up, so i sent him back to london and i carried on running the bar on own. she returned to run the department of finance in belfast, but the job she wanted was head of the northern ireland civil service. why didn't i get the job, i'm not sure i will ever know. i suspect people may have thought i... perhaps too much of a challenger or a disruptor. i am both. and perhaps i would bring, perhaps there was going to be too much change. now she has a much biggerjob,