Thirteenth hour Penelope: Emergency cake decorating

So, we have a team meeting tomorrow and I promised cake. Christmas cake, which I made a couple of weeks back. All good. Until, of course, I fell down a flight of stairs on Tuesday and utterly wrecked my shoulder. So tonight, dosed up on co-dydramol, diazepam and ibuprofen I realised I needed to marzipan and ice said cake. Cue much (metaphorical owing to shoulder pain) flailing and panic. M came to the rescue like the knight in a focus he is, and did an emergency supermarket run. It's now 11pm and said cake is marzipanned, iced and (hastily) decorated.

My only worry now? What if it tastes awful?!