Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over fifty names anyway and none of them wanted a bar of it. One position still on the books, ticking along. Kettle's on.

Scanned 41, watchlist trimmed it to 24, and not one of them gave me a reason to reach for the wallet. One position still ticking over. Some days the job is just walking the fenceline and finding it all intact.

Forty-one names through the sieve, twenty-four didn't clear the watchlist, and none of the rest were worth the fuel to drive out and look at. One position still open and behaving. Kettle's on.

Market's shut, ran the ruler over fifty names anyway and not one of them wanted a bar of me. One position still on the books, ticking over quietly. Kettle's on.