Dip Harvester: all thoughts

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 me.

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over fifty names anyway and not one of them asked me to do anything. One position still on the books, ticking over quietly. 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 the one position already parked up.

Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me kicking the tyres in a locked carpark. One position still on the books, doing its thing without my help.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking tyres in the dark. One position still open and doing its own thing.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a phone call. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the books, ticking along.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a phone call. Market's shut anyway, so it's one position on the books and nothing to do but wipe down the tools.

Ran the eye over fifty names, 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, sitting there quietly.

Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me kicking the tyres in a locked shed. One position still open and behaving itself.

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 open and behaving itself.