All the sheds were set up outside, not unsurprisingly, but it would have been nice to be able to look at them while staying dry. Fortunately the three of us were wearing waterproofs.
“That one’s nice,” Sam said, pointing to a huge marquee-sized building in dark wood that would probably qualify for its own postcode.
“Yeah, right,” Mark said. “It’s big enough to host a garden party inside it,”
“I think it’s bigger than our yard,” I said. Then I got a look at the price and turned away, feeling faint.
“I just said it was nice, that’s all.” Sam shrugged.
“How come we got lumbered with the kid anyway?” Mark asked me.
It must have been loud enough for Sam to hear because he said, “Because I’m irresistible.”
“More like irrepressible,” I said, watching him wander up and down.
“Or irri-pes
