Daily Prompt: Mind Reader

Do Dogs Count?

Who’s the last person you saw before reading this prompt? Whether it’s a family member, a coworker, or a total stranger, write a post about what that person is thinking right now.


I sit up late most nights while Hubby generally turns in much earlier. It’s after midnight here in Australia and if he’s not asleep right now he’s probably thinking about that nightly excursion to the bathroom. The last family member I saw before checking WordPress tonight was Cindy the dog.

As I sat hugging her with one arm and crying over the Beagle Freedom Project video I’d just seen on Facebook she licked my cheek and put her paws round me. Not because I was crying, Cindy is a hugger, it’s how she tells us she loves us. Her thoughts were probably something along the lines of , “It’s really late now and instead of sitting looking at this thing on the desk it would be nice if you went to bed so that I could curl up near your feet. I know you won’t go for ages though so I’ll just go and sleep on your armchair until you are ready.”

And she did.

Cindy sleeping.
Cindy sleeping.


Photo Thursday – Strahan, Tasmania

Macquarie Harbour
Two years ago this week Hubby and I along with my best friend and her husband spent a weekend in Strahan to celebrate our birthdays which are two weeks apart. I’ve shared pictures taken on this trip before. Here is another taken from our hotel balcony in Strahan.

Daily Prompt: Modern Families

Dirty dishes
By User:Mysid (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

If one of your late ancestors were to come back from the dead and join you for dinner, what things about your family would this person find the most shocking?

What Would Mother Say?

I can just imagine my mother if she were alive today being disapproving of the fact that we

  • Rarely eat at the dinner table
  • Don’t always do the washing up straight after the meal.

When I was growing up we usually ate at the kitchen table, or for special occasions the dining table and there was no TV watching while we ate. If you wanted to watch the news you ate earlier. In her later years when she lived alone she did abandon that habit to a degree so perhaps she wouldn’t mind that much.

Washing up was something that was done as soon as you left the table. Mind you as we often used to sit talking for a long time after we’d finished it wasn’t that prompt but it was always done. Mine is often done as late as nine or ten o’clock. I still feel guilty if I don’t do it straight away.

Mum was never backwards in coming forwards so I know if she were around today she would certainly say something.


Personal Space – How Much Do You Need?

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We often hear people expressing their annoyance when someone “gets in their space”. Our personal space is important to us and we don’t like it violated without our permission.

When I was at school I was told that in some countries, those which were more densely populated than Australia, a person’s personal space was smaller because he or she was accustomed to being at close quarters with others.

In 2010 Australia’s population density was 2.9 people per square kilometre although of course the figure varies from place to place. Large cities like Sydney and Melbourne are more densely populated than smaller ones or regional areas such as the one where I live. China has a population density of about 140 people per square kilometre.  I’m glad that I don’t live in China because I require a great deal of personal space.

My Home Is My Castle

We lived next door to the same people  for  almost 25 years and while we were on very good terms with them I was never one for talking over the back fence. When I am in my back yard I want to be private. I never popped over to neighbour’s houses just to chat and didn’t really like them coming to ours unannounced.  One of the things that I like about living in the country is having a larger block of land and one of the attractions of the home we bought when we moved here was that there was only one next door neighbour. On the other side there is a power sub station and I often tell people it is a perfect neighbour, no loud parties, nobody coming and going at odd times  and no vehicles parked in front of our house. Behind us there were empty blocks where another neighbour grazed a horse. I was incensed when the land was sold and subdivided and we acquired several new neighbours. They don’t bother us much but I just don’t like the fact that they are there at all. I preferred the horse.

Of course there are a lot of  factors which determine how much personal space a person needs.  An About.com article by Debbie Main on the subject says this:

Determining Factors for Personal Space

The comfortable space between you and someone you know well will probably be much smaller than it would be if you barely knew the other person. With a stranger, it is even greater. Typically, people who live in crowded cities have smaller personal space preferences than those who live in wide-open spaces.

Other factors that determine a comfortable personal space:

  • Male to male

  • Female to female

  • Male to female

  • Professional relationship – any combination of male and female

  • Romantic versus platonic relationship

  • Culture and country

It is generally thought that there are four distinct levels or zones  of social distance that can occur in different situations. Alan Pease, in his book “Body Language”  describes them as follows.

The intimate zone is the one that most of us hate strangers entering. It is reserved for the people we are closest to. Of course there are times when it can’t be avoided like when we are commuting. I don’t particularly like being crammed into a bus, plane or train at busy times but I accept it when it is necessary. Luckily for me these days that is not very often. I’ve noticed though that whenever I get on a bus most people take a seat by themselves first, usually the window seat and then all the inside seats fill up. When I catch our local bus service to or from Hobart I do the same but if I’m forced to sit next to someone else it doesn’t bother me that much. I often see people that I recognise and sometimes I chat to them.  However, when I travel to visit my sister who lives in another town I always ask permission before taking the empty seat beside someone else.
Then there are elevators, the unwritten rule of elevators is that you do not speak or make eye contact with other passengers. However it seems to be acceptable to talk on mobile phones. Hubby says that on occasion he has stood facing the other passengers just to see what people would do. Some apparently find it quite disturbing.

I’m never sure what to do when I am at a food court or cafe and there are no empty tables. Often I’ll just walk away rather than sit down at the table with a stranger. I actually broke my rule about that earlier this week and approached someone to ask if I could sit at her table. Hubby and I were getting lunch and as Hubby is a big fellow he isn’t comfortable sitting in a booth. There are only a few tables he is able to sit at so our choices were limited. I’ve never refused if someone has asked if they could sit at my table but I never feel comfortable and usually hurry through my meal so I can get away.

No Hugs Please, I’m British

What I really dislike though is unwanted physical contact. I’m not a big hugger, nor is my sister. We are extremely close but I can only think of two times that we’ve hugged each other in the last twenty years. When our mother died and when my sister was involved in a minor car accident. I don’t mind being hugged by family and close friends although I don’t usually initiate the hug. I mind very much being hugged by people who are not my friends.

I used to do volunteer work at a place where several of the other volunteers where “huggy” people. I liked them, we’d often go and have coffee together after our shift was finished but I didn’t really like being hugged. I accepted it because I didn’t want to be rude or hurt their feelings by asking them not to do it. After a couple of years there something unpleasant happened which involved some of these people and I no longer considered them friends. I moved on but we live in a small community so although I could not forget what had been said or done if I couldn’t avoid meeting them I would be polite. Earlier this week Hubby and I were outside the local supermarket selling raffle tickets for another organisation we belong to and along came two of these people. In their minds we are still friends, and both of them wanted to hug me. It was awful because they did not seem to realise that I didn’t like it at all and was not responding. I really hate situations like that but the only way I could prevent it from happening in future would be to tell them my true feelings and that would probably cause the sort of scene that I left that place to avoid. Of course this situation is about more than just my personal space being invaded but as a general rule I don’t want casual acquaintances to get into my intimate space.

I don’t know if my Britishness has anything to do with what might be seen by some people to be standoffishness. English people are often referred to as being reserved although I think that there are probably as many outgoing and affectionate English people as there are anywhere else. It’s a stereotype but maybe one that has a tiny amount of truth in it. I have lived in Australia for most of my life so I think that really it might just be me.

How much personal space do you need?

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Daily Prompt: Witness Protection

image figure on bridge
The old bridge at Ross c1999

All By Myself

If I have to do something stressful I usually prefer to do it alone. When I’m nervous and my stomach is tying itself in knots and I feel sick inside I need to be by myself. Hubby is very supportive but I don’t want to talk to him at those times.  I don’t want to be touched when I’m trying to get my fear under control. I just need to deal with what’s going on in my head so I go into my shell.

If I have to stand up and speak in public I wouldn’t find it comforting to see familiar faces in the front row. I would rather they were further back where I couldn’t see them or I would just worry more about falling over my words or tripping over my feet.

If I am sick I don’t really like people to see me. I’ve never been in hospital to stay (touch wood) but I think that if I had to go I would not want a lot of visitors. I’m not even sure if I would want Hubby or my sister to see me in hospital. I would not really want friends to come and certainly not acquaintances.  I don’t know this for sure but that is how I think I would feel. I’m very fearful about the idea of being in hospital and I feel that I would be able to cope better if people I know didn’t see me. So any friends that might be reading this post please take note, just send a card. I’ll let you know when I feel ready for visitors.

Why am I like this?  I don’t know, I ‘ve always felt this way. Maybe I don’t want the people who are important to me to see me when I’m less than my best. I feel more in control of a situation if I know that I have to deal with it because nobody else will.  On the other hand perhaps it’s easier to run away and hide from something scary if nobody is watching.