Thank you ladies for your words of wisdom once again. I drafted a text in the early hours, just to make me feel better, so I will look again at that and send that.
She took one photo yesterday of the kitchen, I don't know what to do about that? I wouldn't have minded if she had asked for like a business profile, but she has established clients so why she did it I have no idea.
No, she is not SS, or agency, she is private. I told her over the summer that I wanted to leave it until DS had left for uni as it would make it easier cleaning without him here and his mess of course. His room still needs doing.
It's the floors I struggle with. I can tidy, at my own pace, but the floors are hard work. She told me that we were doing the living room next week! That would mean that all the paperwork I want to sort out would have to be done these next few days. I have stuff to get rid of now that he is in higher education, finance stuff and I like to burn paperwork in my incinerator, so to do it all in a few days is far too much. I never know from one day to the next how I am going to be and I would not be getting much rest if I listened to her and followed what she wanted to do. Even my mother didn't tell me like this! 
Also, I need to be getting out a bit too. I have been in a few days now and it starts to tell on me that I have to be out for a bit or I could start to go downhill and that is the last thing I want. So I have to factor that into my time too. And to get my very patient doggie out on my hot rod of a mobility scooter. Today, hopefully, we are off to the library. No dogs allowed apparently, but hey ho, I'm only dropping off, not browsing so they will have to lump it that she is with me. She needs some fresh air, poor love.
As much as I love my home, there is a balance to giving time up to dedicate to it, I think. Not every day can be given up to clean. I used to have a poem when my ED was a baby:-
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait til tomorrow,
For babies grow up, we learn to our sorrow,
So quieten down cobwebs and dust go to sleep,
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.
X