Okay, I thought, maybe she is going to be like Mrs Rachel Lynde (Anne of Green Gables) or Aunt Polly (Pollyanna) or some martiachical Duchess from Georgette Heyer and direct her daughter to bring her items that take her fancy. "She is going to buy big for the grotty grandchild!" thinks I, dollar signs in my eyes.
I continued "rearranging" my stall, waiting to be of assistance. After a few minutes of browsing the daughter bought over a pincushion for the mother's attention. "It's alright if you were a midget!" she grunted holding it in her fat hand. And that was about that. The daughter gave up even the semblance of browsing, I retreated behind the counter, standing, because I didn't have a seat, and the family occupied all of the stall space, for the next ten minutes, not saying anything. It was like some weird performance art.
I think I will try The Channon Markets and try to get into Bangalow next. Ah, what would life be without goals and challenges. xxNick