Other people's plates

Do you know the feeling when you just made your choice in a restaurant or pub and ordered what you thought would be a good meal, but then you see what your neighbour table got and you think that that would have been much better?

I don't have that anymore. Other people's plates contain food I can't eat anyway. A sausage barm with red and brown sauce wouldn't have gotten my attention anyway, but in place for all the other plates that go back and forth. I finally can concentrate on the choice I made for me and not look what other people got.

Quite metaphorically speaking because today was also my cancer group meeting that I have started this August and it's always great to share and listen to all sorts of stories. Realising that you are just somewhere in the middle between bad and worse.