These are the annual spoken, then broken promises that no one could quite remember you making so you get away with it. Year after year after year.
This year, however, I am writing them down here and promising to report back in a year's time in the hope of emotionally blackmailing myself into actually seeing them through in 2012.
Here are just a few of the big ones from the cast of thousands.
1. Sort my fleet out. My inability to cope with four demanding classics and a two demanding children is well documented (plus I have just had to SORN a classic for the first time, which was kind of devastating) so I vow that I will trim the classics to a number that I can keep on top of, and I will then keep them all roadworthy, or even improve them, rather than just about get by or watch them steadily deteriorate.
2. Sort out my garaging. For someone with a London postcode, I am incredibly fortunate. Not only do I have a one-car drive and free residents' parking (where I can stash at least one more without causing too much neighbourly opprobrium), but my house has an integral garage and I rent two more garages in easy walking distance. It's shameful, therefore, that only one of those garages currently has a car in it. The others are full of furniture, cardboard boxes, my record collection and all manner of other junk. Costing me a pretty penny, too, a pair of them are when my outgoings already massively outweigh my incomings. All my garages will be car habitable and one of the rentals will go completely in 2012.
3. Sort out the Triumph. This may sound like a broken record to some, but if that's the case, so far you have only heard the 7in single. Not only are there the gearbox and diff to do, but I dread to think how long ago it was that I crashed the Beast, removed the bent bumper, primered it and then haven't touched it since (above). Less well known is that when I was preparing the Interceptor for my marriage in France in August 2010, several bits of the Triumph were cannibalised and some of them still haven't been replaced or returned (below). Plus, the wiring loom is still precisely as we bodged it at Prescott to get me a single timed run on the Poors Boys' Tour. The Triumph will receive the attention it deserves this year.
4. Similar story with the Interceptor. Last year's works need some tidying up and repair (already!), plus most of my temporary quick-fixes for problems 18 months ago are still in place. I was about to bin a cigarette packet I found in the centre console the other day when the packet started rattling. I (re)discovered that it contained the screws that hold on the passenger door trim that I had removed – so long ago that I could barely remember it – to access the window winder motor when it was playing up. And that is the tip of the iceberg. I will finish (and in some cases re-do) the job I set out to do on my Jensen.