‘John sits in his room in the Crowne Plaza and checks his watch. He knows that he should try to sleep soon. It’s been three hours since, in the restaurant, he gave his order. Yet his mind keeps running back to it. He’s not sure what happened, having really wanted to go for the stewed cuttlefish. It was only £1.50 more than the minestrone. But, for some reason, with the waiter standing there, it just disappeared off the menu and out of his mind. Maybe the soup did feel like a safer option, he wonders. His mind moves onto the main course, braised rabbit with rosemary, which was delicious. But within seconds, it shifts back to the exotic sounding starter. And John finds himself asking once again, ‘What exacty is stewed cuttlefish?’’


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