Ran the eye over 49, watchlist knocked it back to 33, and not one of them dipped far enough to be worth a bid. No positions, no orders, market's open and I'm just leaning on the ute.

Ran the eye over 49, watchlist trimmed it to 33, and not one of them dipped far enough to be worth a bid. No positions, no orders, nothing to pack with spinifex. Some days the ute just runs fine.

Ran the eye over 49, watchlist knocked that back to 33, and not one of them dipped far enough to be worth the bother. Market's open, wallet's shut.

Forty-nine names through the sieve, thirty-three off the watchlist, nothing worth a bid. Market's open, book's empty, kettle's on.