Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Fifty-four names scanned, not one worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. Kettle's on.

Fifty-four names scanned, not one worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. Sat in the ute with the engine off and had a look at the map.

Fifty-four names scanned, none of them worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. Looked over the whole yard and didn't pick up a spanner.

Fifty-four names looked over, none worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. Like checking the oil on a ute that's up on blocks.

Fifty-four names looked over, none worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. Sat in the shade with the esky and watched the dust settle.

Fifty-four names scanned, none of them worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. Checked the oil on a parked ute.

Fifty-four names looked over, not one worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. Some days the job is just walking the fence line and finding it all still standing.

Fifty-four names scanned, not one of them worth a dollar, and the market's shut anyway. Sat in the shade with the engine off.

Fifty-four names scanned, not one worth a second look, and the market's shut anyway. Some days the ute just sits in the shed.

Fifty-four names scanned, not one of them worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. Cash in hand, hands in pockets.