Depending upon how you say the title, it could almost be the start if a music hall joke, except I've been essaying an essay essay as an essay all day. If that doesn't make sense, neither does most of what I wrote. An essay can be an attempt, a piece of written work shorter than a treatise, a first draft, a trial or an experiment; according to Chamber's.

Human rights groups in the US are worried about what the White House is doing to various bills regarding lgbtq protection and the fact that the proposed census will no longer collect information to determine how some lgbtq people are living and the difficulties they face.

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2017/mar/30/lgbt-rights-...

One from the BBC. A tricky one, not sure if she would be safer in a women's prison or not and to be honest, given the crime she committed, I'm not sure if I care.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-39337805

I've had an exhausting week work wise and haven't had the energy to do much at all in the evening not finishing until 8.00pm most nights - and I'm supposed to be semi-retired. Then last night I went to bed early and woke in the night for a wee and couldn't get back to sleep for ages. consequently sleeping in this morning. However, I woke feeling much better and resolved to have the morning doing something I enjoy instead of slaving over a hot text book. I went to check the barn owl roost I know and found some more pellets.

Sorry folks but two 11 hour work days have depleted my energy and I'm just too tired to write. I thought I was supposed to be retired...

I was getting into essay writing mode when my printer played up again, it did so last weekend when I was trying to print off a couple of scientific papers that I could quote or cite to justify my case. I was trying to do the same again, print off a paper on sustainable use of the forest when it started playing up again. It's amazing how quickly an hour can pass when you're enjoying yourself - so why is it so slow when waiting at an airport or railway station?

I was well into writing tonight's Bike when I remembered I'd put the washing on some time before and as it should have been finished I went to empty the machine; only to discover it was flashing like the control panel of the USS Enterprise. I managed to switch it off and empty it, then did the washing by hand. It was barely wet. So I don't have time to write tonight, instead going to rub some cream into my poor puddies which are very clean and rather pink. In other words, sorry.