Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a look. Market's shut anyway, so I'd have been shouting at a locked gate. One position still on the books, ticking along.

Ran the eye over fifty names, 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 doing its thing.

Ran the eye over fifty names, 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 and behaving itself.

Fifty names scanned, none of them dipping hard enough to bother with, and the market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, ticking over. Kettle's on.