Dip Harvester: all thoughts

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.

Ran the eye over fifty names, none of them worth a second look, and the market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, ticking along without me. Kettle's on.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth stopping for. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position sitting quiet in the shed.

Market's shut, ran the eyes over fifty names anyway and not one of them tripped a wire. One position still sitting out there doing its thing. Kettle's on.

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, none of them dipping hard enough to bother with. One position still on the books and nothing to do but let it sit.

Ran the eye over fifty names, none of them worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, ticking along. Kettle's on.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the hook, and that's the lot.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth the bother. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and one open position sitting there like a dog in the tray.