Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Fifty names scanned, none of them worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, ticking along without my help. Kettle's on.

Fifty names scanned, none of them dipped enough to be worth the bother, and the market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, ticking over quietly. Kettle's on.

Market's shut, ran the eye over fifty names anyway and not one of them asked for anything. One position still on the books, ticking away. Kettle's on.

Ran the eye over all fifty, 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 minding its own business.

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

Ran the eye over all fifty, 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 hoist, and that's the lot.

Fifty names run past the filter and not one of them worth a look, with the market shut anyway. Still the one position on the books, ticking along without me. Some days the job is standing there with the bonnet up, nodding.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a phone call. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position already on the books. Kettle's on.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth the bother. Market's shut anyway, so it's one position on the books and the kettle on.

Ran the eye over all fifty, 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.