I took a well-deserved few days off last week safe in the knowledge that, with the exception of the closing of the transfer window, it's usually pretty quiet at the start of February.
The only caveat to that, of course, is the humble groundhog, who is pencilled in to arrive on February 2 each year to poke its head out of its abode of choice and, legend has it, if the sun casts a shadow over him (or her) then we're in for a good spring.
By the looks of things I hope they had the good sense not to set paw out of the house and leave the uncanny ability of continually living each day in the same haphazard way to football's own little groundhog - the IFA.
To take the metaphor through its natural evolution, if February is anything to go by, then I'm off to my burrow and staying there.
With that in mind, I thought it best to cancel the trip to the Bahamas and stay closer to home and, having watched Groundhog Day many times, I think, I stumbled across something I hadn't seen in years.
What's that? The IFA doing something without making a total horlicks of it? No, don't be daft, this was Tales of the Unexpected, known to a generation for the groovy opening titles with the spooky music and a strange dancing woman gyrating in a flame-filled silhouette. Could be Roald Dahl, could be an Eleventh Night bonfire.
Anyhow, for those not in the know, the show, according to the font of all knowledge, Wikipedia, 'told a story, often with sinister and wryly comedic undertones, with an unexpected twist ending'. Again, it could be the IFA.
Nothing Mr Dahl or the makers of TOTU, could have dreamt up could come close to the comings and goings of the last couple of weeks.
We started things off with the late rush to secure the signing of an even hotter property than our smouldering dancing girl, Conor McMenamin.
Just as Jim White was packing away his yellow tie for another year, it looked like McMenamin was bound for Larne, only for Glentoran to provide that unexpected twist in the tale.
The sinister overtone for Glens fans is that while they're delighted to have one of the local game's class acts back at the club, they had to pay handsomely for it and, more alarmingly, waved goodbye to Paul O'Neill in the process.
The capture of the Northern Ireland Under-21 is a great piece of business by Paddy McLaughlin, who is probably still pinching himself that his cheek was rewarded.
The jury is out on who got the best part of that deal but hailing from Ballymena with its ill-deserved reputation for thriftiness, the deal to move Cathair Friel on was inspired.
A fall-out between player and club led to him going on the transfer list, but with Coleraine content to sit and wait for him to sign for nothing in the summer, it looked like the striker would be kicking nothing other than his heels for the foreseeable future.
Then came a last-gasp cash offer from Carrick Rangers in a bid to help in their fight against relegation and he was off, and then so too was relegation as the following day there was another unexpected twist.
The will-they/won't-they saga of would football return below elite level was resolved, with the decision to do nothing. I have to say I am slightly baffled by this twist.
For months we have had a succession of Championship managers venting their spleens and other body parts as to how they had been left in the lurch by the IFA and NIFL's shoddy treatment, and the refusal of the latter to grant Elite status.
Then we have a meeting and a majority of clubs decide they don't want to play ball after all because of the slim hopes of getting a league completed.
I don't know the breakdown of the voting, and even now we still have managers blasting the decision and the IFA saying they still want to play the Irish Cup, and there might also be a regional competition for Championship and Premier Intermediate clubs if they can agree on that. Which they won't.
Even TOTU couldn't script that one, nor would they have pencilled in the match-winning heroics of Dungannon Swifts' 'new-boy' the following evening.
Roy Carroll's arrival at Stangmore Park at the ripe old age of 43 raised a few eyebrows but, by all accounts, he was simply sensational as Swifts upset the formbook by beating Ballymena United at Warden Street.
We had a couple of quiet days before a bit of good news for an O'Carroll, as former Crusaders midfielder, Diarmuid, was announced as the new boss of the Northern Ireland Under-17 and 19 teams.
Not so fast. Just 24 hours later he was apologetically leaving the job he hadn't started after the IFA decided to have a look at his application and found that he didn't meet the job specification.
I feel sorry for Diarmuid in all this, a much underrated player and there was no suggestion of hoodwinkery, and he now looks silly. But, honestly, the IFA? I wouldn't let them put a milk bottle out for me.
Still, at least they've got another good guy in the role now in Gerard Lyttle. Mind you, it's a wonder the IFA didn't announce Sid Little as the new manager.
Talking of new managers, Tommy Wright is back in the dug-out as boss at Kilmarnock, and we'll miss him as he has been popping up regularly as a pundit in his sabbatical since leaving St Johnstone.
Elsewhere, Oran Kearney marked his 10th year of his arrival at Coleraine by winning manager of the month, and someone with an even longer and more distinguished long-service record, Jamie Mulgrew, signed on for another year at Linfield.
Jimmy Callacher helped him celebrate with a late smash and grab at Crusaders and Stephen Baxter was less than chuffed.
"If the scoreline had read 6-2 to us, it would have been a fairer reflection of the game," he argued, with David Healy no doubt thinking inwardly that if your auntie had you know whats, she'd be your uncle.
That's the title tied up then, Linfield five points ahead of Larne, seven ahead of the Crues and game over. Meanwhile, across town, the goal of the season was decided too with Jamie McDonagh's 'worldy' enough to see off Cliftonville.
All that remained then was for Mick McDermott to smile and quietly move along with the three points in his pocket, and happy that he and not Paddy McLaughlin had the last laugh.
Err, not quite. Home and away discussion hasn't reached such proportions since Alf and Ailsa were having a bit of a blue in the diner (one for the kids there) as Mick took to the Radio Ulster airwaves with a flourish on Saturday past.
"I know what it's like when teams aren't getting the results they want. Players start seeing ghosts, social media warriors are out there slaughtering them. People in the media are having a go," he hinted.
"I would tell some of those people in the media having a go at us, saying we are under pressure, don't have a little dig at us, have a big dig at us.
"Have a big dig at us because Glentoran is climbing, and we are absolutely delighted where this project is going. And where it is going this year and next year will blow everyone's mind."
Great stuff and, while he has his critics, I think he's brilliant. Yes, it's a bit like having a pet tiger, it's fun, it's crazy and it's likely to end badly, and he doesn't go off on one all the time.
Well, not until Tuesday night when the late calling off of the Glens game with Ballymena meant that half the programme was wiped out and a programme already hampered somewhat by a global pandemic was now falling foul of the weather gods too.
It also prompted Mick to dust off another of his bugbears, summer football, and I think it's safe to say that, as always, it divided opinion, with responses online varying from 'proper order' to 'wiser eats grass.' Still, room for debate in there.
Worryingly, I find myself agreeing with a huge amount of what he says, but will anything come of his call to take the opportunity to move the calendar so that games aren't called off an hour before they're due to start?
No, unlike TOTU, there is no twist in the tale, we'll keep on chugging along and wasting the opportunity to take what is a great product to the next level.
Did I mention an all-Ireland league?
I'm off, there's that strange woman dancing with a growling groundhog at the bonfire again.