Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing came out the bottom. Market's shut anyway, so I'd have been shouting at a locked door. One position still on, and I'm off to put the kettle on.

Market's shut, fifty names on the list and not one of them doing anything worth a look. One position still on the books, ticking along. Kettle's on.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking tyres in the dark with one position parked out the back.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them dipped far enough to bother with. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one open position sitting there like a dog in the shade.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position sitting there quietly not needing anything from me.

Fifty names looked at, none of them doing anything worth chasing, and the market's shut anyway. One position on the books and a quiet shed.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me kicking the tyres in a dark shed. One position still on the books, and it'll keep till the doors open.

Market's shut, ran the numbers on all fifty anyway, none of them worth a look. One position still on the books and nothing for me to do but sit with it.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position, sitting there doing whatever it does overnight.

Fifty names run through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a look rather than a touch. One position still on the books, minding itself.