I was warned not to eat anything. There are agents all around me. They use food as a weapon. They want to destroy me. They want to poison me. They want to enchant me, control me and destroy me at all costs.

Plate after plate of the most fragrant and delicious food in laid down by the servers. Chicken, beef, ham, and rices cooked in various spices. Chips!! Real chips, chip shop chips. None of that plastic rubbish. I bet they're cooked in beef dripping too.

Then the cakes - fresh from the oven Victoria sponge, brownies, 4 types of donuts with toffee, chocolate and raspberry dipping sauces.

"You must eat something dear, don't be so ungrateful !" Margaret chides

"No thank you." I repeat this phrase so many times it feels like I'm chanting.

No fan-queue! No fan-queue! No fan-queue!

"Ugh! What a waste. I expect you'll have some wine though?!" This she brings over personally.

"No fan-queue. Honest, I ate before I came out."

"What a ridiculous thing to do!!!" "Just drink the fucking wine!" She snarls and her manic grin transforms into a demonic grimace. She gets so close to my face that I smell her breath. It smells like dead animals.

"And I said no." I stare her down.

The truth be told, I'm not even allowed to eat in my dreams. These are real witches and they use spell work to infiltrate my dreams. The food smells so good though. Perhaps a little bite will be ok?