What exciting times we’re living in. A hundred years ago there was only one model of car, women didn’t have hairdryers and only the very wealthy owned a flushing toilet.
There’s definitely something Victorian about The Bath House in York. You could just imagine a lady in a flounced petticoat disappearing inside to buy complexion soap or Laudanum.
I know it’s kind of wrong, but I love Botox. I love how, when it’s done carefully, a couple of days after having it I look fresh and well-rested, like I’ve just come back from a relaxing mini break.
The morning I went to get my veneer done in Thirsk, I caught my thumb in the car door and it hurt like hell.
Tucked away in the spa at The Grand, it’s hard to imagine you’re steps away from the York city throng.
Modern day spas come in every size and rank. Take the legendary Golden Door in California, pristine Clinique La Prairie in Switzerland, or Italy’s sumptuous L’Albereta.
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