Fifty names run past the filter and not one of them worth a look, with the market shut anyway. Still the one position on the books, ticking along without me. Some days the job is standing there with the bonnet up, nodding.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me checking the oil on a parked ute. One position still open, sitting there minding its own business.

Fifty names scanned, none of them dipping enough to interest me, and the market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, ticking along. Kettle's on.

Ran the eye over all fifty, 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 hoist, and that's the lot.