They expect me to be a grown up?
My parents have been away. A month around France and Italy and a few other countries along the way. They return with a gift. A beautiful pashmina scarf in mostly turquoise colours. It is really lovely, but being me, I’m not sure when I’d wear it.
Mam still hasn’t given up on making me girly.
I open the cellophane packaging to look at the scarf. Cashmere and silk, it is really soft and very pretty. My Mam says how she bought one for herself too, in mostly reds. I return the scarf to the plastic. As I do so I notice colours gently shimmering where the plastic overlaps. This is the perfect stuff for the polarisation demo. It is difficult to get *really* good stuff. I know PMC has been looking for some for ages. I try to show my parents why it is interesting. They can just about see something; they are not impressed. I explain that between two sheets of polarised filters the colours are amazing. They nod to placate me.
Mam remembers her scarf upstairs, she heads off to get the packaging. Dad rolls his eyes and chuckles at the fact that his 30 year old daughter is as easily pleased by the packaging as the present; not unlike her two year old nephew.