Canine speak.

We were impressed to learn dogs in San Francisco can read signs and are thereby doing their part to keep the streets clean. We thought the Hygiene Hunter would also be impressed.

By Zach (& Alexa)

Motherly advice.

This sign in a San Francisco park has helped us to better understand our mother -- the Hygiene Hunter. We always thought she was just worried about us bringing sand into the house.

By Zach (& Alexa)

We know.

After, "I love you." my mother's favorite phrases are "Wash your hands." "Did you wash your hands?" "Are your hands clean?" She is clinically obsessed with soapy lather. She is also obsessed with observing other people's actions.

Oddly, it wasn't too much of a surprise when I picked up a lucky penny off the gritty ground in San Francisco only to look up and see a big, bold message commanding me just like Mother. I wondered if she was having my brother and I followed.

By Alexa (& Zach)

Passing the feather duster.

Life is rough. Blah. Blah. Blah. My mother is the Hygiene Hunter. So. I sent my children to San Francisco as Hygiene Hunter Correspondents to see if they share my genetic disorder to the same degree. Yes, I did catch my son eating a sliced tomato that fell on the kitchen floor. Admittedly, I am to blame for his false sense of security. Over to you Alexa and Zachary for this upcoming week.

Tastes clean.

The Wolseley in London, England is without question my favorite brunch destination for food, ambiance and the fact they consistently and thoroughly spray down tables between diners. If you wanted to, you could eat directly off the table top. You. Not me. Hit.

This is not a public toilet.

Spikes are installed in window sills in London, England to keep pigeons from defacing them. I wonder if spiked hair creations also have the same effect? Hit.

The bidet update.

The water was turned on by my Personal Faucet Handler. And that is about as far as I progressed with my bidet experiment because I was not quite sure which position to assume. Bent-Over Row? Pelvic Tilt? Lunge? Downward-Facing Dog? Bucking Bronco? Crouching Tiger? Hidden Dragon? I think a disposable water bottle could be just as effective and far more straightforward.

The only way to watch a movie.

I like the concept of movie theatres. Large screens. Impressive sound systems. It's just the 'other people' part of the movie going experience that I'm not particularly fond of. Other people talking. Other people coughing. Other people breathing. The private screening room at the Covent Garden Hotel is another reason I enjoy staying at this property. Hit.

Such a charming idea.

Dearest Covent Garden Hotel Housekeeper:

When I returned to my room and found the bed cushions on the floor I fainted. When I came to I was grateful they were on the ground because they cushioned my fall. In my concussed state I mulled over the benefits of sleeping on the floor since that's where you placed my pillows. A floor sleeping arrangement would definitely eliminate the need for my signature mattress inspection. In theory, I would not have to concern myself with bed bugs since technically there would be no bed. And maybe, just maybe, more people would wear slippers in a room if they too were forced to sleep on a floor. All excellent points with merit. Then I became practical. The downside obvious. Lifting a mattress pad to ascertain a stain-free sleeping surface is relatively straightforward compared to tearing up a carpet. Being the Hygiene Hunter you just know I would have to know what lies beneath.

Air Kisses,

Hygiene Hunter.

A smoke break.

Yum. Yum. Let's hope at least more than one person enjoyed these cigarettes outside a SOHO restaurant in London, England. Miss.

My top attraction.

I have often been asked what I love most about the Big Smoke. London cabs top my list because they are so clean and drivers keep their hands on the wheel -- not up their nose. I was told drivers can be fined if their cabs are deemed less than perfect by inspectors. The worst I've ever encountered in one of their cabs was a driver's unfortunate choice of cologne. Hit.  

Say it isn't so.

A communal nail brush at a patisserie in London, England? What if someone with very large teeth and no hygiene compass confused this with a toothbrush without a handle? This is why I always carry a camera with me. Miss.

Clever protection.

Not one, but two. Not thin, but thick. Covent Garden Hotel does have it right when it comes to protecting their mattresses from human indignities. If for instance someone chooses to use the bed as a toilet then CGH only has to replace the mattress protectors -- not an expensive mattress. This is a planet friendly and Hygiene Hunter pleasing move more hotels should consider if only to make my life easier. At CGH, if all goes well, a mattress has a two-year life span at which point it is automatically replaced. Personally, I am a fan of virgin mattresses. Hit.

Clean at twice the price.

I don't normally buy things from street vendors, but the excellent cocktails created by the bartenders at London's Covent Garden Hotel made me do it. When I found a suitable T-shirt at this vendor, I discovered it was slightly soiled. My request for a clean T-shirt was granted, but I was informed it would be twice the price. Oddly, I can get into that. Hit.

How to?

Bidets are rarely seen in North American hotels. Although I've travelled to Europe many times, I've never summoned the courage to investigate this hygiene paradox. So I plan to spend my day today attempting to determine just how to use a bidet without the assistance of Google or the ever helpful, knowledgeable and discreet Covent Garden Hotel concierge team. And most importantly, without any of my body parts making contact with the porcelain basin. I will let you know how it turns out.

A New Year cleanse.

In addition to my external cleanliness habits, I do believe it's important to stay clean on the inside. That includes diet, exercise and massage. One of my favorite therapists practices in London, England. Jenny Waite always offers good advice along with her services at The Treatment Room in the Covent Garden Hotel. I choose reflexology and a deep massage to help eliminate toxins from 2009. As Jenny explains, even she can't accomplish that in one session.

On this visit, she confirms the human race tends to hang onto too much stuff. Stress can be stored in the large intestines and anxiety can lead to stomach troubles. Regularity is affected by a combination of diet and stress. Ideally your bowel pattern should include more than one visit to the loo a day. Jenny says colon massage can help you on the path to pooping like a baby and attaining the four-a-day goal believed by experts in this field to be the ultimate. I will make this my New Year's resolution number two. Hit.

The Hygiene Empress.

A sochu-based cocktail at Roca in London, England made me reconsider my Hygiene Hunter moniker. I admit I very much enjoyed being referred to as Empress every time I was served a drink that coincidentally was named Empress. Hmmm. Happy New Year.

Like hand sanitizer for your insides.

The headmaster of a culinary school told me that if you were to eat wasabi with every meal you would never succumb to food poisoning. That's because it acts as an internal antibacterial agent. So when my husband came back from the restroom at Roca in London, England and told me a wait staff didn't wash their hands according to North American health standards -- soap, water and Happy Birthday -- I was indifferent. Yes, the Hygiene Hunter said, "Let's order pork sashimi." That's because I am a good pupil. I very much enjoyed the food at this Japanese restaurant despite my significant other's keen eye. Hit & Miss.

Hail the white glove.

Shopping along Old & New Bond Street in London, England during the holiday season is particularly magical with its display of twinkling lights, evergreen floral displays and sale signs. The most magical window of all was Sotheby's with their homage to white gloves. The write-up in the display window explained that at the end of the sale the technician hands his white gloves to the auctioneer as a sign of respect for the latter's accomplishments.

I just like the fact they wear gloves to handle precious objects like the Romanov Heirlooms. Gloves can offer you a layer of protection, but they shouldn't give you a false sense of security. Personally, I still use a tissue to navigate my way through this world. That's just me. If you wear gloves remember to consider what you've touched and what you're about to touch next -- heirloom or not. Hit.

The downside of a pristine bed.

I'm not a morning person to begin with. Provide me with an immaculate bed, Frette linens and drizzle and the sites of London will just have to wait until at least 3 p.m. Believe it or not, so does champagne. Convent Garden Hotel's aromatic lavender infused Sleep Well mist is also to thank. I guess there can be an advantage to a soiled bed -- like not wanting to sleep in it -- ever. I've often heard people say a hotel is not worth spending money on because "You're only going to sleep there." Duh-huh? Hit.