I can assure you I am indeed somebody. Somebody who's utter distain for all carpet haters is insurmountable.
Indeed, this is the first time I've picked up on Emily's supposedly remedial fascination with Caul Prook.
I am not obsessed with that ghastly figure or Emily herself. I am if fact obsessed whith nothing except cheese omlette's and 18th century beurau's.
And as for going through a "sh*tty" time, believe me, if Emily had to live five minutes of my life she'd strangle herself with the nearest piece of cord.
Er. . .um. . .ho-hum.