One good law.

If a barber is using a straight razor on you in London they are required by law to use a new one every time. This should be the law with waxing sticks as well. Wherever Brazillians are performed.

The ultimate trap.

You walk into a public restroom. The door closes behind you. Within seconds you discover the there is no toilet paper. No paper towels. No soap. You think of the people who came before you. You start to cry and then remember you carry extra tissue in your carry bag for emergencies just like this:)

The curious tea cup.

This tea cup wants to know why the server girl coughed on it and then sealed her indiscretion with a lid.

Invest in boot cleaner.

Winter looks so much better on the way in than in does on the way out. I am partial to Danier's leather cleaner for my footwear.

A new addition.

This weekend I welcomed Squeaky-clean Scrub from Small Planet into my home. A sibling to See-thru Cleaner and Germs-be-gone. This delicious smelling scrub actually makes having your head in an oven enjoyable.

Hibernation time.

The Canadian cold has frozen my ability to think about anything other than sleep. I have crawled into a den with a bear for the next five days. I promise to let you know how tidy they keep their winter home.

My favourite newspaper ...

... is always wrapped, but never makes its bed on the floor:(

If drains could talk.

Just think of all the dirty little secrets this drain could share. Or any drain for that matter.

Please don't hang so close to me.

I would think it is entirely possible for a coat to catch the flu in this compromising situation.

Caught in the act.

It is amazing what you see when you get out of bed early enough. At 7 a.m. with the streets of London far less crowded I spotted new things. London recycles. Bravo.

St. Jame's Park briefing.

"You, look regal." "You, turn your beak up at food offered." "You, poop on the occasional tourist."

Yes, please.

Perfect for those who like to lick their fingers during a meal and Hygienistas who track every move of those offending fingers. Thank you Mela.

No impromptu pole dancing.

An interesting combination.

What do we have here? Egg butter. A Nordic delight. I did not try it because I found it sitting on the counter near the cash register without a cover at this London restaurant. Too bad:( for the Hygiene Hunger. It did not smell bad though:)

Stella's soap.

When I was buying my dress for New Year's Eve at Stella McCartney in London I had to use the washroom. Look what I found. ECOVER. And what most definitely felt like recycled toilet papier. It is good to see Ms. McCartney's commitment to the environment extends to the products she uses in her bathroom as well as her designs (she chooses not to use leather or animal skins). And, her UK stores are powered by Ecotricity.

Looks like he had a rough New Year's.

I found his legs among the currants and promptly called CSI London.