‘What a difference a day makes, twenty-four little hours’ goes the lyrics of the Dinah Washington 1959 classic of the same name. In the LCFC verse, that could be translated ‘What a different a win makes, three more points to the tally’. The thin slither of light after the doom of recent weeks. These weekends haven’t appeared for a while.

Both Leicester City teams win, and Forest get walloped. The tranquil peace of climbing out of the relegation zone and Hazzetta isn’t a four figure word laboured rant.

You may or may not noticed that the Hazzetta didn’t get to print last Saturday. With the sharp turnaround of Wednesday to Saturday and inspections galore in the day job, there was little time to compose something.

Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance. The five stages of grief.

In the season of being generous, Leicester City were happy to obliged in providing three gifts in the last Sunday before Christmas. Bow-tied and loosely wrapped.

An unfortunate late edition of the Hazzetta this week caused by two Christmas lunches which have resembled a stag do away. The first of which would be the perfect scene if, in an alternative universe on Italian Channel 4, there was a Giacomo Richardisono.

A remarkable week within the world of Leicester City. The tonic of four points and no public relation disasters has meant everything is quiet.

‘Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in’: the words of Michael Corleone from Godfather III were ringing in my ears as I walked out of the King Power Stadium on Tuesday.

As Craig David once sung, sack manager by Monday, identify his replacement by Wednesday, appoint by Friday and hopefully we chilling come Sunday.

If you needed a fair assessment at where Leicester City are at this season, that the international break was welcome rather than an annoyance gives you your answer.

As the clock ticked into the 94th minute, another cross was put into the Ipswich eighteen-yard box to no avail. Easily cleared and Sam Morsy, the home side captain, comes away with the ball from the wreckage.

What a difference a week makes. The relief of the first win over Bournemouth followed by the jubilation of the last-minute winner at Southampton fully extinguished.

Friday night lights. Rivalries renewed. Forest return to LE and face their former manager. How to get the juices flowing? How do we try to build the fans to a frenzy? To boost that atmosphere as we’ve seen can occur when it gets dark down Filbert Way. Coconut Rolls. Free Coconut Rolls. That’s the answer.

There is no other club like Leicester City. We are marvellous. We are mad. We have been promoted but we are dreading the new season. The Hazzetta is back to dissect the malaise while you nurse your badly needed caffeine hit.