Three long days at work, four days free, and nobody to spend them on

I work three shifts of twelve hours and then have four days off, every week, permanently. Everybody I know is envious of that until they try to arrange anything with me, at which point it becomes obvious that my free days are Tuesday to Friday and nobody else's are. Those four days are what I am offering.

Thirty one, Didsbury, a nurse, three years in this and nothing arranged yet.

What I want is standing duties on the days most people are at work. Shopping, the house, waiting in for deliveries, whatever a household needs doing between nine and five that a person with an ordinary job simply cannot do. It is the one real advantage I have and it took me two years to realise it was one rather than a problem.

I am not offering evenings and I am not offering weekends, and I would much rather that were the first thing you know than the thing that quietly disappoints you in month three.

Nothing paid, nothing owed. What I do not want is a woman who mainly wants somebody to talk to about her day, which is a genuinely lovely thing to want and is what I already do at work for twelve hours at a stretch. What I am after is a list and a standard.