Lidgerwood

Time starts to slip down a gear in Lidgerwood.

On old boy drops off some fishing rods. JP and Richard butt heads over domestic arrangements. Richard composes a letter to the sister who refuses to see him. The dog gets walked a lot by the lake. Insurance deals are set up and meetings arranged.

Meanwhile we’re making friends. Mrs Bohnenstingl who runs the Lidgerwood Cafe (we resolve after a few beers to open a business back in London called Bohnenstingl’s), DayDay who is janitor at the local school, member of the volunteer fire squad, throws his darts underarm and says “It don’t matter” a lot, which swiftly becomes a catch phrase.

There’s Richard’s hunting partner Randy and his oversexed dog Bud, who Randy assists in impregnating any bitch in town who’s in heat. Across the road is wise old Eli, who served in Korea and flies the Stars and Stripes in the front yard.

Not much to do here but it’s strange, we’re not tempted to turn the television on once. TV here is rubbish.