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Bloody hell. I go AWOL for a week and look what happens.

It appears that some energy suppliers had the cheek to charge higher prices to householders wanting to have boilers installed under the last government's Boiler Scrappage Scheme.

Phew! I haven't been to a UK building exhibition as good as that one since, well the 1990s probably. That's not just a quote from me, by the way, it's something that a lot of people were saying about last week's Ecobuild show.

Mick Williams, he of the boiler scrappage campaign, is on the warpath again.

Fred Goodwin must feel as though he's stepped through a worm hole into some kind of parallel universe in which an arrogant banker is seen as akin to a traitor to the Crown or a murdering, genocidally-minded dictator.

Regular readers of this blog will know that I'm a big fan of sporting endeavour, of giving your all in the pursuit of glory. And, if that glory comes with an Olympic medal attached to it, then so much the better.

Two weeks into the New Year and it all looks like it's going you-know-what up.

I think I'm supposed to vaguely connect this blog with the day-job, so: Tennis courts need building and, by implication, require building materials that have to be supplied and delivered by someone. A builders merchant, for example.

When you see the animals in the neighbourhood wandering down the road in pairs, you know you're in trouble.

I'm back on the Green Deal again.