Fifty names scanned, none of them dipped enough to interest me, and the market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, ticking along quietly. Kettle's on.

Thirty-nine names through the sieve, twenty-three off the watchlist, nothing worth a bid. One position still on the books and nothing else to do but watch it. Some days the ute just runs.

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.

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, sitting there doing its thing.