The things I'm going to do

Today is my first official day of unemployment.   I don't officially become a statistic, of course, because I'm a married woman and I don't count on the figures.
So today I shall walk to the Post Office and pay my National Insurance contributions and whatever it is I pay because I'm registered self-employed.   This is the bit that jars.  I have paid my tax and my NI contributions, but I don't qualify for any money to keep me going when I need it.  It's not fair - it's a big not fair.  There should be an automatic pay-out to people who have paid in - every little helps.   It's important that women, house husbands, stay-at-home parents or those who suddenly find themselves without a job and who don't qualify for benefits because they're one half of a double act, should get a financial leg-up.
As you can tell, I am in a disgruntled mood.  I don't quite know what to do with myself.  I'm not very good at having nothing to do.
There's a tonne of things I'd like to do.  I quite fancy going to Westminster Abbey to see all the flowers from the Royal weddding (even though I'm nominally anti-monarchist), but I see they're charging £20.  That's one of the bad things about unemployment - you just daren't spend any money on anything that isn't deemed absolutely necessary - just in case anything frivolous results in having to sell the house in the long-term.
The obvious thing is housework, I suppose.   First I shall do my daily check on the jobs websites.  If nothing pops up, I shall think of some long-forgotten contact and pester them with an email asking for work.  But once I've done all the obvious jobless things to do, I will have no option but to turn to the house to justify my existence. 
There's a stack of paperwork to go through - I shall make that my first port of call.  I'll take great delight in hurling a load of stuff into the recycling wheelie bin.  There, I knew there must be something I would enjoy doing today!