Funerals are bizarre things, really. I felt quite strange at this one as it was for a neighbour and family friend who looked after us as children when I was little. But I couldn't help wondering why I was there, in a strange way. Not sure why. I think it might've been because the friends were outnumbered by the family by quite a significant advantage.

Anyway. I am glad I went.

Oxford French rang me to tell me that Mildred needs about £457 worth of work done to her on Thursday. Now, I love her desperately, but I'm not sure what's the best option here. After all, I usually spend that much a month on, well, going places and stuff, so it's not a bill I can't subsume into regular expenditure, but is it worth it? This is the first unexpected huge bill in three years of ownership, so that's not too bad. And it's stuff which, once fixed, will be fixed. I hope.

On the way back from the funeral I popped into the Citroën dealership in Hereford to have a look at C5's and Xsaras, but to be honest, I don't want a new car. The thing is, I own my car. If I were to buy a new car, I'd probably HP it, which would cost about £300 a month. So the occasional £400 bill to fix things which only need fixing because they're at the end of their life isn't too bad after all.

She needs:

• New brake pads and discs (routine, admittedly)
• A new valve thingie for the high-pressure braking system
• A new accumulator sphere as the old one has failed because of the valve which needs replacing
• A new exhaust (routine, again)

I had a letter from Sainsbury's which was nothing like the letter of "apology" I'd expected. I shall pen a suitable reply tomorrow - I can't be bothered now. He seems to have missed the point completely which is thoroughly infuriating.

After ordering replacement insurance and MOT documents, I found the originals. Bloody typical. Still - at least I can get my tax now, so even though she's expensive, she'll be legal. Damn French women.

AMD now closed >$30, which is where I want it to be: 50% profit on that one.

I sometimes wonder whether I lead a charmed life. After all, I've coasted along nicely for the last six years with no real effort and now I'm just wondering when I'm going on holiday again, where it's going to be, and what to sell to pay for it. Of course, it'll all stop one day, but I'm going to make the most of it for now.