Fifty names through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me checking the fences in the dark. One position still open and behaving itself.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up, and the market's shut anyway. One position still open and doing its thing. Kettle's on.

Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them met the mark, and the market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, ticking away quietly. Nothing to do but wipe the hands and wait for the doors to open.

Fifty names run past the watchlist, none of them dipped enough to be worth a phone call. Market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, ticking along without me.