There's going to be a hanging.....

Ah, what joy those words used to bring.  I always loved a good 'Western' when I was a lad; the sort where Men were Men, and women wore bras with points that would have your eye out if you weren't careful.  With the help of a corrupt Sheriff, the Baddies would have convicted a local landowner on a trumped up charge so they could steal his land and would have his head in the noose with the rope thrown over the branch of a tall tree.  Off they would ride to leave him to die slowly while the Hero hid behind a rock, only to come out and rescue the landowner just in the nick of time.  The landowner would give him a job out of gratitude and between them they would expose the Baddies and get them all thrown into jail, while the Hero married the landowners daughter (remember her? She wore the bra).  You might think this was a partly forgotten plot from a film watched long ago but actually, I watched it last week on Talking Pictures TV.  Can't beat a 1950's Western.

Of course, this isn't that sort of hanging.  It's the pictures we took down before the decorator was here last week and we now need to decide which ones to put back up, and where.  And yes, that incredibly cute baby in its grandfather's arms is me.  Told you there might be a selfie today.