For anyone still interested in the little old lady, she has returned to my bus in the mornings, and I’m not alone in my admiration for her. The other sixth-formers sitting behind me saw her and discussed that she was a regular on the bus, but at our current position of the hill, there was no way in hell she was going to make it to the next stop in time. But lo and behold, once again she rocketed down the road and made it in easy time to the bus stop, with a triumphant look of accomplishment on her face as she paid for her fare. The people behind me were as shocked as I was and were even cheering her on at one point, hoping all her efforts were not in vain. She has also altered her apparel with the changing weather as well. Although recently we have returned to winter, the short week of summer we had saw her into pastel florals and pale pink, although she still keeps to her trusty brown leather bag. In a word: Legend.