Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking tyres in the dark. One position open, doing its thing without me.

Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped far enough to be worth the fuel. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position sitting there quietly. No orders, no drama.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them 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.

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