Here’s a lovely little story about an incident that took place one Sunday.
We were with Ellie in Parliament Hill. As usual she was in a very chatty mood saying “Hello”, “Here we go!”, “Good morning”, “Open”, ” Shut” “Good girl” and “Bus!”.
We were approached by a man who none of us had seen before. He said, “I’d know that voice anywhere. It’s Ellie.” I assumed he knew her from social services or a disability organisation.
I asked him how he recognised Ellie and his reply delighted us. He had seen Ellie on the local buses many times and said how happy she made the other passengers.