When I was little we went on a summer holiday to France. I remember being amazed that the bathroom had what my dad joked was a foot bath. I believed this for two days, until I told my mum I was going to take a foot bath and she had to tell me that it was, in fact, a bidet. Since then, whenever I have the opportunity to use one, I will - I mean, if you get your hands dirty, you wouldn’t just rub them on tissue, would you?