If you thought it couldn't get any worse after the season opener, well you were wrong. In my opinion this is the worst episode ever.
The main problem with this episode is that there's no crime. And no crime equals no tension and no drama. For a programme that is supposed to be a crime drama (albeit a comedy one), that is fatal. Maddy and Carla were investigative journalists, so their association with Jonathan provided him with a string of murders and thefts to solve, but Polly doesn't inhabit that world, so it would be contrived to have Jonathan stumble into crimes now, I get that. And this is the primary reason why they should never have teamed him up with Polly. She has steered the show down a route it should never have taken. I could just about forgive them if she had an ounce of energy or charisma, but she doesn't. Maddy, Carla and Joey all had a lot of spunk and lifted the show, but the Polly character is flat and lifeless.
And so to the episode itself. There's not much to say because nothing much happens. It mainly concerns Jonathan figuring out how somebody could predict some winning lottery numbers thirty-odd years before the lottery even existed. There is a subplot about a local beast roaming the fields that goes nowhere and an equally pointless tale about Polly losing her rabbit as a child and becoming afraid of the sandman.
There are touches of humour involving Jonathan inadvertently setting a couple of burglars free, a misunderstanding concerning his remark about whacking the ketchup bottle and the painting depicting him as a cherubic angel with a very small todger that he gets all defensive about, but even they're not up to par.