Four episodes into Fleabag, and I am stunned at how terrible the lead character is. There are few redeeming qualities in this dysfunctional woman, also eponymously known as Fleabag (and she really is), who believes self-sabotage and mindless sex are ways out of her troubled life, full of pain, loathing, regret, loss and grief.

Then, why are people going gaga over it? Variety has called it "scathingly funny"; The New York Times applauded it for its "restless, almost feral energy and its slap-in-the-face attitude"; it has received full marks from critics and audience alike for breaking the "fourth wall", in which the main character talks to the camera; and social media is flooded with women, who can't wait for Season 3. It's difficult, even if like me you don't relate with Fleabag at any level (except the times she falls for the priest, because who wouldn't?), it's hard to look away from the train wreck of the person she is. She is endearing as well, and raw, and real, and well, like the puppy you want to heal. Phoebe Waller-Bridge, who plays Fleabag and wrote the show, said in an interview recently that she felt "people have been scared to write characters like these. But I think, now, especially women, are so relieved to have this new template. And, aren't we all a bit of everything?"