“What resolutions are you making for the New Year?”

I’M NOT a goal-setter.

The evidence for this is unassailable: to date I’ve only ever been able to think in terms of a) the day’s resolutions, as in “I’d like to walk the dogs after lunch” or b) the week’s resolutions, as in “next weekend I’m going to take it easy and you’re all going to empty the car.”

And yet every year after Christmas, my husband assails this evidence by asking me “what resolutions are you making for the New Year?” The tone of this enquiry is pitched somewhere between faint hope (that I like setting goals deep down) and denial (of unassailable evidence that proves I don’t).