Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped far enough to be worth the fuel. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position sitting there quietly. No orders, no drama.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing caught. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me checking the tyre pressure in the driveway. One position still on the books, and that's the day's work.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them worth the bother. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the books, ticking along.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking tyres in the dark. One position open, doing its thing without me.