You know the feeling. If you don’t, I hope you never do…
Yesterday, I penned an article for the Bristol Post which went to print today.
Yesterday, the trade press was all over an announcement by the MD of the National Association of Estate Agents that house prices were set to be “astronomical” for years due to a shortage of bricks.
Yesterday, we needed 1.4 billion bricks. That’s enough to rebuild Leicestershire, or something like that.
Yesterday, we were in deep doodoos because the bricks were taking on average 4-6 weeks to arrive once ordered, which was holding up building works all over the country, and thus accentuating the housing shortage crisis.
Yesterday, the situation was destined to get much worse once we exit Europe for good, because 85% of the materials that go into making UK bricks comes from across the North Sea. Or the English Channel. Or possibly the Irish Sea, for all I know.
Yesterday, I based the main thrust of my Haigh Report on this very information.
Today, though, it turns out the NAEA might have been quoting some outdated facts and figures, and a lot of people who make bricks in the UK are very upset.
Today, therefore, I have made a decision.
Next week, I think I might just make up some facts and figures of my own. At least, that way, my foolishness will be of my own making.