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Making Biscuits for an MP

There’s a General Election on 7 May – had you realised?  Well yes, unless you have managed to avoid all television, newspapers and the pamphlets through the letterbox that knowledge is pretty unavoidable.

The National Autistic Society are running an #ImOne campagin where members are encouraged to invite their parliamentary candidates along for a coffee morning to listen to our stories and concerns.  I hosted such a coffee morning yesterday (except it was in the afternoon – and he didn’t want a coffee) and our local Conservative candidate came along to listen.

Good excuse to make some biscuits with Ellen I thought.

Icing the biscuits

Icing the biscuits

Ellen is quite proficient at baking these days, but icing is a whole new ‘edge-plus one’ concept for her.  She happily took up the icing bag, but all my suggestions ‘perhaps you could ice a snake-shape or a circle?’ were ignored and instead she drizzled a salvador dali type symbol over each one.  Ho hum, this will test his mettle I thought, putting the plate out on the table.

Have a biscuit?

Have a biscuit?

He may have swerved my question about where the proposed £12 billion in welfare cuts were going to come from, mumbling something about always ‘protecting the vulnerable’, but he did listen, he did take away some actions and he did eat a biscuit!

Ellen of course was completely unmoved by the success of her creations, but maybe, just maybe, next time his is sitting in his office in the Treasury with his red pen in hand ready to slash at the figures in front of him, the image of these biscuits will make him at least pause think about the real people behind the numbers.

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Another year – but the same onesie!

In the blink of an eye another year has gone by and suddenly it’s World Autism Awareness Week again, and in particular today it’s Onesie Wednesday.  Whatever anyone thinks about the inevitable politics surrounding autism, to my mind Onesie Wednesday encapulates the ethos in a single image; you stand out, but it’s OK to be different.

Taking my pink and purple cakes to sell in the shop this morning I was surprised at how few people even gave me a second glance in the zebra onesie; Wilstone is obviously very autism aware, no doubt largely due to the fact that Ellen works in the shop every week and shoppers are becoming familiar with and even affectionate towards Ellen’s own particular brand of ‘customer service’.

At our regular McDonalds, people were less used to seeing grown adults out and about in broad daylight wearing a onesie and I got quite a few strange looks and smiles, but no comments – gotta love that English reserve!

Trotting along to McDonalds

Trotting along to McDonalds