Seems that I was a week early in expressing my concerns that the Canaries' unbeaten run was in danger of coming to an abrupt halt unless they could tighten up on some of their recent performances.
I wondered if the trip to Cardiff might be the venue where the Canaries came cropper, but was as impressed as the next man that City were able to keep the bandwagon rolling with a superb 2-1 victory.
Against Hull at Carrow Road three days later though City flattered to deceive again, and their 1-1 draw with Phil Brown's men was just about as much as they deserved over the course of the 90 minutes.
Well, at the Walker's Stadium yesterday Norwich once again got what they deserved, only this time it was the defeat that I'd had bad vibes about some seven days earlier.
Saying that, I don't think that anyone foresaw the magnitude of the thumping that they were undoubtedly dealt.
City certainly began brightly enough, and with 15 minutes or so having elapsed and Norwich having looked dangerous down their right side on more than one occasion there were no real signs of what was about to unfold.
Once again Norwich were unable to work the ball out to their left side when they were attacking, and similar to fellow loanee Kieran Gibbs on Tuesday night, this time it was James Henry who was the seemingly unfortunate outcast who was left to twiddle his thumbs and basically watch the game from that side of the pitch.
Henry hardly received a kick all through the game, and even when City boss Glenn Roeder made what appeared to be a questionable decision given that Lee Croft had looked the most dangerous attacking player early on in the game, by switching Croft over to the left and moving Henry over to his preferred flank to try to increase his involvement in the game, Henry was still rendered a virtual spectator.
Leicester slowly began to dominate in central areas in midfield, and from thereon in they never allowed Norwich a look in.
The Foxes created plenty of shooting opportunities, and although they didn't always test David Marshall it wouldn't always be the case.
Once Iain Hume had held off Mo Camara to open the scoring, the Canaries – as we were about to discover – were faced with a mountainous task.
And that was primarily because unlike in other matches in the past couple of months whenever they had suffered a set-back, this time their was no indication whatsoever that they would be able to force their way back into the contest.
There was no spark, no cohesion and no drive to their play, and the longer the game progressed, so Norwich's energy levels slowly evaporated too.
The second goal killed the game as a contest.
More poor marking from City allowed Steve Howard to collect a long ball out of defence, take a touch to set himself for a shot at goal and then drive the ball into the corner of the net ? and all without a yellow shirt anywhere near close enough to him to do anything about it.
And once Darel Russell rightly received a straight red card for a two-footed tackle, it just became a question of how many more goals the worst home scoring team in the division at the start of the day were going to add to their total.
Two, was the answer?.although it could have been a good few more.
It can't be stressed enough that we must remember exactly where City have come from in such a short space of time under Roeder's leadership, and if this defeat has only a fraction of the effect as did the last similar no-show down at Plymouth then all well and good.
And even though the signs had been there in recent weeks that the Canaries might be heading for a fall, the mere fact that City seemed so lifeless and devoid of any fight would have been the most galling thing of all for the City boss yesterday – as well the superb 3,000-strong travelling Yellow and Green Army.
Because it was just so uncharacteristic of the Norwich side that we have pleasantly become accustomed to over the past three months.