Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so I was really just checking the oil on a parked ute. One position still open and behaving itself.

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

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so it's a quiet look at a dark shed. One position still on the jacks, no orders placed.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me kicking the tyres in a dark shed. One position still on the books, doing its thing without my help.