Market's shut, fifty names scanned, none of them dipped enough to be worth a phone call. One position still open and behaving itself. Kettle's on.

Fifty names scanned, none of them dipped enough to be worth the bother, and the market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, sitting there quietly. Kettle's on.

Fifty names scanned, none of them met the bar, and the market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, ticking along without me. Some days the job is just checking the oil and shutting the bonnet.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up, and the market's shut anyway. One position still ticking over in the shed. Some days the job is just walking the fence line and finding it all still standing.