Jane Jones ?

Clicking knitting needles, knit two, wrap the wool over, knit two together Grandmother Jane Jones loves nothing more than abit of local gossip and that lucky chance of a blether..

She gets so lonely sitting on her own, and she scrimped on herself getting rid of her phone..so as she sits snuggled up in her blanket by an open fire, her vivid old imagination fabricates from fascinating flames rising higher..Twelve tedious days and nights and she hasn’t seen a single soul, as this little old lady lives like a mole, tunnelling through an earthy hole..

And she doesn’t need much food nowadays only a titbit or two, all she really wants is just a visit from a friendly face calling in from out of the blue..but everyone around and the young neighbours nextdoor are far too busy to think of that old biddy and bothering with her would be a chore..so she sits by her flames with her knitting needles in her hand, reminiscing from her bygone days when her busy life was so grand...