Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it's mostly me kicking tyres in a closed servo. One position still on the books, doing its thing.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking tyres in the dark with one position parked out the back.

Market's shut, fifty names on the watchlist and not one of them doing anything worth a look. One position still open, ticking along. Kettle's on.

Fifty names looked at, none of them worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. One position on the books, sitting where I left it. Some days the ute just stays in the shed.