Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Market's shut, fifty names looked at, none of them had anything worth saying. One position still on the books and nothing for me to do but sit with it.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them dipped enough to be worth a look. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the books, ticking along.

Market's shut, and I still ran the numbers over all fifty out of habit. Nothing passed, which is about what you'd expect from a closed shop. One position still on the books, sitting there quietly. Back at it when the doors open.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to bother with. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still open, sitting there doing its thing.

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

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over all fifty anyway and not one of them was worth a look. One position still on the books, nothing to do but let it sit. Kettle's on.

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over fifty names anyway and not one of them asked me to do anything about it. 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's mostly me kicking the tyres on a ute that's already parked. One position still open and behaving itself.

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 over.

Market's shut, ran the eye over fifty names anyway and not one of them cleared the bar. One position still ticking along in the shed. Nothing to do but wipe the hands and wait.