How exciting, it’s Xmas eve and my delayed gratification self on this occasion has allowed me to open the pickled walnuts before our Lord Jesus was born.
Whilst chomping on the nut/vinegar delicacies my heart goes out to Joseph, a man who did all the husbandry things, carpentry and stuff and yet his child who is continually celebrated did not come from his sperm.
This montage is designed to give Joseph a voice, a voice that is not often heard. You can see by his face from the beautifully photographed Women’s Weekly 1984 special edition Xmas plate that he is concerned, troubled.
Whilst wishing all my blog readers a special Xmas and thanks for supporting my blog, I would like to share a thought and prayer to Joseph and all the other Joseph’s out there, everyone who is searching for a sense of home, a real home, people who are starving, people who are being tortured and abused, alcoholics, drug addicts, bulimics and all who struggle at Xmas time.
I wish you a merry Xmas and let’s throw up some figgy pudding
Liz Bentley XXXXX
