Thank you for all your comments about housework. It appears the general consensus is that it's a necessary evil that nobody particularly enjoys, which makes me feel better.
According to my 'room a day' rota, Sunday is a day or rest. How lucky is that! So, I've taken today to psyche myself up for my new routine which starts tomorrow with the lounge and dining room. They're open plan so I've lumped them together because I have more rooms than days in the week, which threw out my carefully devised plan of action.
I haven't been sat on my bum all day. I've done 'the usual' chores and I've also sorted through all the stuff that I'd put to one side for a car boot, although there wasn't that much really, just clothes, books, 2 glass tables and a few odds and ends. It's not worth getting up at 5am for as I doubt it would make much more than the £13 it costs per car, so it's going to the charity shop instead.
Amy has been posting leaflets for Matthew this afternoon. She loves walking so she may as well get paid for it. He's always asking her to do stuff for him but by the time she rolls out of bed there's not many daylight hours left. She should definitely think of a career that involves working nights. Her body clock seems that way inclined.
And I'm missing something good to watch on Sunday evening. I used to enjoy settling down to Call The Midwife, Home Fires, Poldark or Last Tango In Halifax. There doesn't seem to be anything like that on at the moment unless I've missed something, in which case will you let me know.