So here it is, the end of the transfer window. And are we surprised?
We're surprised we've paid money for someone for the first time in a shade under ten years - a period when my hair has gone from vibrant to struggling like the last cash purchase, Neil Grayson - and brought back Ben Smith to what he knows best.
We're surprised the one-time golden boy Fleetwood has joined Accrington for a month. I guess the realisation that there is worse than Edgar Street is an actual threat in this day and age - and Mr. Fleetwood will do his very best to avoid that fate worse than death by rapidly acquiring the goalscoring touch that deserted him long before Santa waved his merry hand.
We've taken Steve Jennings on loan til the end of the season, and - after a trio of fantastic performances - that boy should only leave the city under armed guard and, only if he's signed permanent terms, should he be allowed to live.
I'm surprised more of the 'peripheral' figures at Edgar Street haven't been given loan moves - neither Sam Gwynne, Jordan Fitzpatrick, nor Marcus Palmer - or the training cone mafia, as they appear to have become, will get regular games in a non-existent reserve side.
Maybe it's time for the current regime to acquire the second string that a 25 man squad requires.