The only issue with Corinium is that you eventually have to leave. You walk back out into the Weston high street, and suddenly the wind is slapping your face and a seagull is trying to steal your bag. The euphoria lasts about as long as it takes to find your car keys. But that’s okay.
The trick is to walk around like you’ve got a secret. You’ve been to Corinium. You’ve been pampered. You’ve smelled like lavender and felt like a million bucks. Everyone else is just dealing with the daily grind. You—you are a relaxed, slightly-smug, jacuzzi-soaked warrior.
Word to the wise:Go on a weekday afternoon if you can. It’s quieter, and you can hog the relaxation room without feeling guilty. Also, book a treatment that includes a scalp massage. It’s like having someone tickle your brain. In the best way. Trust me. I’m a professional relaxer now. Barry from tractor-book-jacuzzi would agree.
