Whether Roy Keane should go down in history as the worst manager to helm Ipswich Town is an arguable point - but it is hard to dispute that he is the most divisive Town employee in the club's 136-year history.
It had been a relentless week at work with endless emails, continuous meetings and a phone that never stopped ringing. Come 5.15pm on Friday, I needed to do some shopping and I did not quite have the energy to drag myself around the aisles.
The American journalist and satirist Ambrose Bierce once said that in each human heart there is a tiger, a pig, an ass and a nightingale and the diversity of character is due to their unequal activity. I suppose in the sad case of Roy Keane we were left with a bit of an ass who turned out to be pig ignorant!
Having passed the total days-in-job of Paul Jewell and The Dark Lord (and Jackie Milburn) and now fast-approaching 700 days in post, Mick McCarthy's next target is Jim Magilton's and John Duncan's 1050-odd days, which is in a year's time, more-or-less.
With the transfer deadline imminent, and not much coming in, and potentially our best player out, we can only sit on the edge of our seats hoping for the best. There is not much we, as supporters, can do to directly impact the day-to-day running of the club.
The dispiriting and uninspiring defeat to Norwich was undoubtedly a poor performance. The passion was lacking, the creativity, as many of us have highlighted already, was sparse and it was another instance in this fledging season where a defensive error has cost us.
I would love to think that I wrote about tickets on a Bank Holiday Monday and the article has so much impact that Town introduce a Group Ticket Bundle on Tuesday. However, I am not that sure whether God moves in such mysterious ways.
For the first time for a while, I had the chance to go to last Saturday’s derby. I had been at home for the week and it would have been natural to head to Portman Road for a fixture that has given so many memories down the years. I did not go. I could not quite bring myself to buy the ticket, and I felt awful. Things had changed.