One standing job, every week, done properly, for years if she likes

For four years I did one thing. I did the week's shopping for a woman every Thursday. I had a list, I had preferences I had learned, and I put it all away in her kitchen in the order she wanted it. That was the entire arrangement. It ended when she moved north last winter and I have missed it every Thursday since.

I am aware that as a personal advertisement this is not thrilling. But I have thought hard about what I actually want and it is this: one duty, recurring, done well enough that it stops being noticed and starts being assumed.

Thirty seven, the south east. I work in something with unpredictable hours, which means a single fixed obligation suits me far better than an arrangement with many moving parts. I never missed a Thursday in four years, including the week my father was ill, because I had asked somebody to cover the job rather than skip it, which she told me later was the moment she stopped checking up on me.

So: one job. It does not have to be shopping. Anything that needs doing on a schedule and would be better done by somebody who cares whether it is right.

I do not want a scene, I do not want to be present while she does anything else, and I have no interest in anything with money in it. I want a task, a standard, and a very long time.