Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking tyres in the dark. One position still open and doing its own thing.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a phone call. 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 enough to be worth a phone call. Market's shut anyway, so it's one position on the books and nothing to do but wipe down the tools.

Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me kicking the tyres in a dark shed. One position still on the books, sitting there quietly.