Fifty names checked, none of them worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. One position still sitting in the shed where I left it.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth the bother. 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 and not one pebble worth keeping. Market's shut anyway, so I'd have been shouting orders at a locked door. One position still on the books, ticking along.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me kicking tyres in an empty yard. One position still on the books, doing its thing without my help.