I normally will too - they don't call me Mrs Ali Baba for fun.:
It does get a bit embarrasing tho. when the market traders yell 'Hello, Mrs Ali Baba'.
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I keep telling Carl to go away if he wants something & leave it to me. He once paid £10+ for a belt - I nearly hit the ceiling, had there been one in the market!
He now tells me what he wants away from the stall & wears mirror glasses
, his eyes are such a giveaway - he's such a soft touch - I despair of him sometimes.
I just can't understand why I'd never even thought of haggling at the DIY shop?