I slept well considering the fear this morning. I say slept well - that was after the zombie apocalyptic dreams where we'd covered the van in corrugated iron and installed a flame thrower. I was less worried about the shambling dead chasing us than the metal scratching the paintwork. That's fear!
I have my insurance papers and deposit document here. I'll take my driving licence but I've no idea if I'll need it or not. I imagine the dealer will take us around the van, but otherwise I have no preconceptions as to what to expect. I'm wonderfully tingly and excited. Nervous - sure, but this week has felt like a month and I can't believe that after all these years, we're finally going to receive our motorhome.
I've parked the car as far back on the drive as possible. I think it's actually resting on the garage door, but I want to make sure there's as much space as possible when we get back with the 6 metre monster. We're fortunate to have a longish drive, so the two will sit there with a few feet to space before the property boundary. I imagine after the excitement wears off, I'll probably park them in the other configuration - car first. Hopefully a bit more security for the van, and it'll be closer to the electricity point.
I keep wondering if there's anything else I need to take with me, or if I'm just being daft. I'm itching to bring along a couple of teatowels to stop the cooker from possibly rattling up the M6. I've no idea why I think it's going to rattle. I think I'll leave it all as it is so we can listen to the noises the moho will make. We can sort out the rattles later on.
So here goes. When next I return, we'll have a new arrival. There aught to be cake.
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