The past weekend has been a mixed bag. Friday brought disappointing news in relation to my salary at my job – no pay rise. Computer says no. My 10 years of experience is now valued at the same as someone coming in with two years experience. It's an objectively perverse outcome. I've said my piece, pointed out the illogic. I'm disappointed, mostly because I will lose the chance to continue work with TM (who is also just as desponded with his salary).

That said I'm strangely calm. Perhaps it's the acceptance that I am powerless to do anything. Or the fact that the situation is so objectively ridiculous that I feel there is no point in exerting energy. Maybe my flirtation with meditation is beginning to pay off. Who knows.

So the search begins for a new role. As much as I want to leave as soon as possible, not least to let the chickens come home to roost for my firm, I am fortunate I still have my job and I am paid, relative to others in society, well. So there is no great rush. I just need to resist the urge to jump to something that may not be quite right.

The better part of the weekend was spent watching Stuart Broad's talk on his England career. I didn't enjoy it as much as the one I saw with Glenn McGrath. B-road felt more obviously rehearsed but I suppose he's new to this game. It was relatively interesting nonetheless.

Devoured a Wendy's burger pre-show. Not at all satisfying. I think I am going off the fast food burgers completely.