For the past umpteen years I've been in the process of ghost-writing an autobiography of an Irish man from a criminal family who went on to become a pastor, so, now the novel is finished and resting for a while, I decided I'd get back to Christy. I took my huge folder of notes out into the garden with me so I wouldn't feel entirely guilty. And I did go through them - but I can't make head nor tail of them.
But I tried.
Last time we were in Sainsburys I bought a Weightwatchers pizza to keep in the freezer so that the next time we had pizza I could have that low-calorie one. I got as far as weighing out the flour for two pizzas (for Husband and Younger Son) when I remembered how nice my home-made pizzas are and my resolve melted.
The dough has nicely risen now and I've bashed it and put it on trays for a second rising. With mine I tried to do it the way you see on television: bashing it against the work surface and stretching it this way and that. But I just end up with a hole in the middle and a twisted edge.
So I suppose that would make it good intentions 3 failures 3.