Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them worth a bolt. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still sitting in the shed where I left it.

Market's shut, so I ran the eye over all fifty anyway and not one of them cleared the bar. One position still open, nothing to do but let it sit. Some days the job is just checking the oil.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it's mostly me kicking the tyres in the dark. One position still on the books, doing its thing without my help.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them dipped enough to be worth a phone call. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position we've already got, sitting there doing whatever it likes.