My Mother had made a wedding
cake for a relative, she made all the sugar decorations including "vases" made painstakingly by icing criss-cross onto formers, I can see her now spending hours and hours doing this. The
cake was waiting collection and my brother bumped against it and one one the corner pieces broke, he was out of the door like a shot and not seen again 'til about 8 o'clock, I felt so pious! He wasn't to know that spares were always available to repair the damage. Oddly enough, no-one was too worried that he'd been gone for so long, imagine that these days.