Deedaa: that reminds me of many moons ago when we used to live on a narrowboat.
In the back cabin we had a little Rayburn stove that I occasionally used to cook in. One day I opened it up and was horrified to discover dog poo in the bottom of the oven, near the back.
Try as I might, I couldn't think how our dog, although small, could have got in there and done that.
Eventually I had to pluck up the courage to remove it. I got the coal shovel and scooped it up. That was when I discovered that it was actually a very charred (and misshapen) home-made croissant that must have fallen off the back of the shelf several weeks earlier!!!
Lest we forget what we have just lost ....






