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

Ran the eye over all fifty, 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 minding itself.

Ran the eyes over fifty, the watchlist knocked out forty-seven, and the three left standing didn't pass muster either. Market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, doing its thing without me hovering over it.

Ran the eye over fifty, watchlist knocked out forty-seven, and the last three weren't worth the fuel. Market's shut anyway. One position still on the jack stands, nothing else to do.