Somebody asked me what I would do with a free Tuesday and I had no answer

A woman I was writing to last year asked what I would want a free Tuesday evening to look like if she were running it. Not a fantasy. An actual Tuesday. I could not answer. I sat with the message open for four days and eventually wrote something vague, and she stopped replying, which was reasonable.

I have spent a year working out the answer and it is this. I would want to be told what to make for dinner. I would want a list of three things that need doing before nine. I would want to be asked at ten whether they were done and to have to say if one was not. And I would want that to be more or less identical the following Tuesday and the one after that.

Thirty seven, the Jersey side, six years in, three arrangements that each ran a few months and ended because I could never say what I wanted with any precision.

So that is the whole of my post. A specific answer to a question I failed a year ago.

What I do not want, and I now know this properly: anything episodic. Anything that has to be arranged fresh each time. Anything where the interesting part is supposed to happen in an hour and the rest of the week is empty. The rest of the week is the part I want.