Last minute doubts?

Sunday morning arrived, after, frankly, a fitful nights' sleep. This was to be a major investment, and whilst considerable thought had been given previously to making this purchase, the proximity of the decision was overwhelming my feeble brain. I had woken during the night and could not get back to sleep as the brain was on wheels. Have a cup of tea, do something banal, and eventually sleep returns. We had decided what our offer was to be and hoped the owner was not offended. Late morning, I rang him. I had my words rehearsed and managed to engage him in conversation and not be interrupted by his disgust at the offer. I put a proposal to him and suddenly, it was accepted. We were to be the owners of our own Motorhome. I came off the phone, almost reeling in shock. We had built ourselves up for a protracted discussion which did not happen. We agreed Friday was a good day to collect, with Mick, the owner, agreeing to have the vehicle MOT tested over a month before it was needed. It was to give us time to arrange insurance and storage.