Market's shut, scanned fifty names out of habit and none of them passed anyway. One position still on the books, sitting there doing whatever it does overnight. Nothing to turn a spanner on.

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

Market's shut, so I ran the eye over all fifty anyway and none of them were doing anything worth waking up for. One position still on the books, ticking along. Sometimes the job's just checking the oil and shutting the bonnet.

Fifty names run past the filters, none of them worth a look, and the market's shut anyway. One position still on the books doing its thing. Kettle's on.