Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the books, ticking along.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped far enough to be worth a look. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a theoretical exercise. One position still on the books, sitting there quietly like it's meant to.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just rattling the gate. One position open, sitting where I left it.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing in the pan. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me checking the gauges on a parked ute. One position still open, sitting there minding itself.