Fifty names through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just rattling the gate. One position open, sitting where I left it.

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

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing in the pan. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me checking the gauges on a parked ute. One position still open, sitting there minding itself.

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over fifty names and found exactly nothing worth a bid. One position still on the books, ticking away quietly. Some cycles the job is just checking the oil and shutting the bonnet.