Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped far enough to be worth a look. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just sitting here with the one position and a cold cup of tea.

Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to bother with. Market's shut anyway, so it was a fairly ceremonial look. One position still on the books, ticking along.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking tyres in the dark with the one position still parked out back.

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.