NAN NATTER (The Old Crow)
Ned’s neurotic 94 year old mother is not only a sight for blinkered eyes, she’s a miserable moaning old hag that gets into a state about the simplest things. She hates her limited income, people who use coupons at the store, men with beards, men without beards, farm animals and her own reflection. She’s rude, out of date and over here, Ned tells everyone she was a stowaway on the Mayflower and that he didn’t invite her. She’s skinny, with a hairy chin and a grey-white beehive hairdo from the 50’s, she’s got thick, incredibly thick horn rim specs and always wears a torn scruffy pale blue cardigan, a brown knee length skirt and those furry bootie type slippers. She’s got a cane walking stick, sometimes a walker. Ned can’t decide if she’s aged 90 or 1090, she looks more like an old tortoise only without the shell. Born in Dorset countless years ago, according to Ned her parents had to fight off dinosaurs on the prowl for fresh meat at the time.