Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a phone call. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the books, ticking over.

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

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking the tyres on the one position I've got and waiting for the bell.

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over fifty names anyway and not one of them asked me to do a thing. One position still on the books, ticking along. Kettle's on.