We may have dropped down the table. Quite a bit actually. But we're still safely in a mid-table berth, and in points terms at least, nearer to the play-off places than the relegation zone.
But there's a nasty pattern emerging, particularly away from home.
Only a few short weeks ago we were brushing aside anything put in front of us on our travels. Now, we can't hold onto a lead.
Twice in the space of a few days - at Palace and then Burnley on Saturday - we fought back from a goal down to lead 2-1, and ended up losing 3-2.
And the thing that is really worrying is that we are shipping goals. The Burnley defeat made it 13 in the last four away games. And it's not like we're without any injured defenders. This is our best line-up.
I think Watford fans always knew they had this...
It looked like as close to a good thing as you can get - backing over 2.5 goals in last night's Watford game at Crystal Palace.
Two teams who let goals in but also know how to score them at the other end. At odds of around 1.9, it was a bet I had to have.
And it won. Great.
Trouble is, it didn't materialise in the way I had hoped. I pictured a Watford win, say 2-1 or even 3-1 (wasn't banking on a clean sheet, we don't do those).
At 1-0 down at half-time, both the bet and my Watford win theory looked a bit rocky. But within 10 minutes of the second half starting we were 2-1 up. And within another 10 minutes we were 3-2 down, and that's how it stayed.
One of those nights when a winning bet meant next to nothing really.
Plus, due to decorating upheaval and a badly-timed phone...
For a multitude of reasons, I couldn't go to the home game with Nottingham Forest. Let's just say it was 'family stuff'. If you read that as I was told by my wife I had other things that needed doing which were more important, you'd be getting close...
I did make sure my two season tickets were used by friends, so I didn't rob the Golden Boys of a couple of voices.
But I wasn't there myself - and that's not something that sits comfortably with me. During the period I didn't have a season ticket, missing games was fine. But since I've been a season ticket holder again, I find it hard to accept there's a home game and I'm not there.
To me, it's a bit like throwing a sickie from work. You [i]could[/i] go, but you don't. And you [i]know[/i] you could go. And still you don't.
I was...
I really like the Sunday papers. You can immerse yourself in them: mug of tea, bit of background music, chill out.
But there are some weeks when I'm really not fussed about buying them never mind reading them. This was one such week.
When you've been done 4-1, reading various reporters' view of such a defeat doesn't make you feel any better about it.
I actually don't know much detail about the game, other than the order that the goals went in. To be honest, I don't want to know much more. You can be unlucky losers sometimes, but it's hard to make a case for being robbed when you've let when four in.
Yet we're still in the top half and despite the recent slide and three defeats in four, I'm trying to keep the positives in my mind. This is still better than I expected the season...
Having expected a bit of a struggle this season, and then seeing us climb to third in the table in midweek, losing to Scunthorpe was confusing.
Am I supposed to be disappointed that we lost at home to a team we should, on form, have beaten?
Or should I be pleased to see us sitting fifth in the table, and way, way ahead of where I thought we might be at this stage?
I think, on balance, I'm happy with where we're at, even if the manner of the defeat to Scunny was pretty abject. I saw some other Watford fans on a messageboard saying that we could have extended the second half to a couple of hours and we wouldn't have got back into the game.
Be fair to Scunthorpe, they came with a game plan, executed it perfectly and did a proper good job on us.
I'm feeling sorry for my eldest...
This wasn't what we expected.
Even the most hopeful of Watford fans would have gladly taken a season of hanging around in mid-table, not really threatening to go up but, more importantly, not in any danger of going down.
We know we have a small, largely inexperienced squad. Manager Malky Mackay worked wonders under similar financial restrictions last season but even then we had a brush with the drop.
So, this season, security was the key. Or so we thought.
A dozen games in and we are third. The tabloids are referring to as 'promotion chasers' in their match reports.
Tuesday's win over Ipswich was hard-earned. It looked as if we'd win relatively comfortably when we led 2-0 at half-time, but so far this season we've shown a fair degree of nerves in the closing stages of home...
So, why the name? Why 'For love, not glory'?
I would think that statement applies to the reasons for supporting just about any club outside the Premier League. In fact, you could probably say that, these days, it applies to fans of just about everyone bar the big five (or big four, or big six, or however many teams you personally think have a chance of winning the title).
For me, it's Watford.
I was born next to the ground, I've lived in and around the town all my life, I didn't really have much choice. Not that I begrudge it, mind.
When I was a lad (the days when you just had one substitute and the only live football each year was the FA Cup Final), supporting Watford put you in a minority. In my class at school, it was a minority of one. My friends supported Liverpool (glory),...