Leaving so soon?

Well yes actually, I am. In fact, I've already left. "Where are you?" I hear you cry! "Why have you left us so soon!" I hear you exclaim! "Where are my bloody Cookies?" I hear you grumble. Quieten down, you'll get your Cookies.
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin.
This morning I was enjoying the knowledge that all I had on my agenda was visiting a friend and baking said Cookies. Then I found out Sore Fingers was starting, TODAY. I rang a bunch of different numbers and eventually managed to book myself a place. Now I am poorer and somehow even more scared (I know, I didn't think it could get much scarier either!) and wondering if I have made a decision based on complete and fleeting insanity. I am sitting in my DORM room at a boarding school in the Cotswolds, I am literally living at Hogwarts for a week. Okay, well it's nothing like Hogwarts except for the great hall which looks a little like a smaller and less enchanted version of the one in Hogwarts. I am hoping tomorrow I will be sorted into my house by a talking hat before heating to 'defence against the dark arts' but my timetable just says breakfast, assembly and classroom tuition so probably not.
I also have a lanyard with my name and dietary preference on it (vegetarian), i am somewhat affronted to find I am the only person with 'late' written at the bottom of theirs. Nah, I'm just kidding, it makes me feel special. So far I get introduced to new people like this "This is Hannah" *hand shake* "she only found out about it this morning and still managed to come." I will probably be known as "that girl who was late". It is bedtime now, but Sore Fingers is the school that never sleeps, and as such the students all head out the the bar (yes, it has a bar) and then congregate into groups in the canteen/hall/bathroom/dorm/garden/car to jam into the small hours (really small apparently, like, 4AM).
But for me it IS bedtime, night night sensible people, have a carefree sleep and enjoy your pain free fingers.