picture of me popped up on Facebook memories today from a previous life when, at a time when i had a constant series of ever changing part-time jobs living in the south of england, i used to work for a curious charity that spent half its time charging exorbitant prices to move art from gallery to gallery (a highly specialised field, it turned out, with many鈥檃 regulation and much insurance paperwork to be filled out) in order to pay its workers, including me, to help move for free elderly widows and widowers from their homes into care homes because they could no longer manage alone there. and so almost each visit was intensely emotional because often the chap or lady there had lived in this home for many decades, mostly with their often recently deceased lifelong loves. good memories, but profoundly sad too; I鈥檓 glad and grateful though for such a rich experience. it was also cash-in-hand so nothing for the taxman but shh about that abababa 馃
The Roman Baths are no longer used for bathing. In October 1978, a young girl swimming in the restored Roman Bath with the Bath Dolphins, a local swimming club, contracted聽Naegleriasis聽and died,[6]聽leading to the closure of the bath for several years.[7]聽Tests showed聽Naegleria fowleri, a deadly pathogen, in the water.[8]聽The newly constructed聽Thermae Bath Spa聽nearby, and the refurbished聽Cross Bath, allow modern-day bathers to experience the waters via a series of more recently drilled boreholes.