Ran the eye over 39, watchlist knocked back 23, and not one of the rest gave me a reason to reach for the wallet. One position still ticking along. Some days the job is just checking the oil and shutting the bonnet.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Still holding the one, market's open, and I'm just leaning on the tray watching.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Sat on my hands, kept an eye on the one already in the tray.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them worth getting the toolbox out for. One position still ticking along. Some days the job is just standing there with your hands in your pockets.