By this time tomorrow, I shall be back home in Chelsea, and I couldn't be happier.
No more sneaking into the choir room to use the piano. No more searching for an empty room or an isolated corner of the lawns to practice the violin.
And what a note to go out on. Not that I've been particularly invested in the competition between houses these past seven years. But one can't help but share in the excitement when we do win. And at the last opportunity to do so, even.
I'm still waiting for auditions to open at the symphony. In the meantime, I trust there will be some magnificent concerts to enjoy.