This was the week in which we discovered that the Prime Minister of the UK was previously being advised by a man who used to dress up as a chicken.
And that as a result of sacking this individual (and that other weirdo who drove 60 miles to a National Trust property supposedly to test his eyesight) Boris is now accused of being hen-pecked by the wife.
Or rather the girlfriend, Carrie Symonds - the woman they're calling the First Fiancée.
These are adults; this is government in 2020, amid national emergency of unprecedented scale.
Yet in Number 10 they're squabbling like Year 10 over who's speaking to whom this week.
Out here in the real world pandemic continues its grim advance. Brexit is looming. As is economic catastrophe.
But Boris and his team are running round like headless chickens bickering over the pecking order.
At Stormont feathers have also been flying this week (again) with parties at each other's throats (again) and speculation that the Assembly is in terminal meltdown (again).
Given all the vaccine breakthroughs we're told about, is there a chance that some lab somewhere could get cracking on a cure for Stormont?
Symptoms: irritability, irrational outbursts and inability to see that all that's being asked of them is to set aside petty political difference and just work together in the midst of crisis.
This week they announced more swingeing restrictions which will gut the retail industry at this, its most lucrative time of the year. Park the sleigh, Santa. The Assembly has furloughed Christmas.
Even if there was such a thing as a curative jab for Stormont, the big drug companies aren't likely to trouble themselves looking for it.
The profit margins wouldn't make it worthwhile. Reports of various vaccine breakthroughs pinging in this week are a reminder that there are profits to be made from this pestilence sweeping the world.
Three jabs are on the starting blocks. Apparently there are dozens more in production.
To the scientifically challenged onlooker (i.e. me) the race to be first in the nation's needles comes across a bit like a Rubik's cube competition. The contestants are all trying to crack the same code without letting on to others how they're doing it.
Presumably all these vaccines they're coming up with are similar in terms of formula.
So why doesn't big pharma just come together to share the details with scientists and labs right across the globe for... you know... humanitarian reasons?
Okay. Call me naive.
Yes, it's only fair that firms are reasonably reimbursed for all that effort, their expertise, the resources required and the hard graft.
And granted there's a sound argument that the race among pharma firms to be first in line (and rake in the profits thereof) has probably speeded up the production process.
Covid is a threat, a massive threat to the entire human race.
It doesn't seem like too much to expect that key players would put aside their differences (and potential profit making) to work in unison for the benefit of all.
Sadly this is not how the world operates - whether in pharmaceuticals or politics.
One day, I think, we'll look back on this era and with hindsight we'll be able to see who - nationally, internationally and here at home - rose to the Covid occasion.
Who took control; who showed leadership; who took the brave decisions not the easiest ones; who just did the right thing.
One day those chickens too will come home to roost.
Beeb censors could have silenced choir
The most over-played Christmas song ever - The Fairytale of New York - is being censored by the BBC who feel younger listeners may be offended by some of its "derogative terms." Older listeners (on Radio 2) will be allowed to listen to the original but the Beeb will continue to monitor levels of audience unease. I'm surprised they even allow mention of the boys from the NYPD choir. With the Defund the Police movement in the US, shouldn't the choir be first to go?
Radiant Rudy boasting hair to dye for
Donald Trump has lost the election. The dye is cast. And it's also been dripping. At a press conference Trump's lawyer, Rudy Giuliani was filmed sweating the brown stuff. His hair dye was running. For those unfamiliar with cosmetic colour application this is most likely to have been due to Rudy resorting to a root touch-up kit. This stuff is radiantly coloured but it fools no one and it's not permanent. A bit like Donald, really.
Nigella butters up gullible viewers
On her latest "cookery" show Nigella Lawson shared her recipe for Double Buttered Toast. Method: take one slice of toast and butter it. And then butter it again. Demonstrating her butter spreading technique, she slathered on another half a pound. People may laugh. And they have. All week. But Nigella gets paid big bucks for such inanity. You can't fault a girl for knowing which side her bread's buttered on.