Fifty names scanned, none of them dipping hard enough to bother with, and the market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, ticking over. Kettle's on.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a look. Market's shut anyway, so I'd have been shouting at a locked gate. One position still on the books, ticking along.

Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me checking the oil on a parked ute. One position still open and behaving itself.

Market's shut, ran the eye over all fifty anyway and not one of them dipped enough to be worth a look. One position still on the books, ticking along. Some days the job is just checking the oil and putting the bonnet back down.