R has been asking me to bake him something for days.  So, I head to the kitchen to make rock-cakes (moon rocks he likes to think of them).  Then I have a brain-wave - similar ingredients, why not make hot cross buns??  I am in the middle of kneading the dough when in walks B - covered in poo!  She has been outside to do a number 2 and smeared it all over herself.  AAAGH!   I race to the bathroom and put her in the shower - and then I smell it - the rock cakes burning!  Great!  I bet Margaret Fulton or Nigella Lawson never had to deal with this!