I want to be useful and I honestly do not know how yet

I want to be useful to somebody and I genuinely do not know how yet, which probably makes me a poor bet, and I am writing anyway. I can cook three things. I cannot drive. I am not handy. What I have is time, willingness, and no illusions about how little that is worth on its own.

Twenty six, north London, I work in a care home and I am good at that, which is the only evidence I can offer that I am not inventing this about myself. I am steady with people having a bad day and I do not need to be thanked afterwards.

What I would like is to be given small things to do and told honestly whether I did them properly. I learn quickly when somebody tells me the truth and extremely slowly when they are being kind. I would far rather start with errands and shopping and the tedious end of a week than with anything that sounds impressive.

I am not asking to be taken on as a project. I am asking to be shown how a household works the way any sensible person shows a newcomer, which is to say handed something small, watched, and corrected on the spot.

No money in any direction and I would not know what to do with the suggestion. Not looking for anything sexual to start with, because I would be no good at it in this state. Not looking for a woman who wants somebody impressive. Not looking to be laughed at, which I know nobody can actually promise.