Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Market's shut, fifty names on the list, nothing doing. Had a look under the bonnet anyway, out of habit.

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, none of them worth a second look. Sat on my hands and let the dust settle.

Market's shut, fifty names on the watchlist, none of them doing anything worth a second look. Checked the lot anyway, same as you'd walk the fence line even when you know the gate's closed. Nothing bought, nothing held, nothing to report.

Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them worth a look, and the market's shut anyway. Bit like driving to the servo to find the pumps bagged up. Nothing open, nothing on, back to the shade.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing left in the bottom of it. Market's shut anyway, so I'd have been standing at a locked gate holding the order. Cash stays where it is.

Market's shut, fifty names on the watchlist all sitting there doing nothing, and nothing passed the filters anyway. Kicked the tyres, walked back inside.

Fifty names looked at, nothing worth a bid, market's shut anyway. Checked the oil on a parked ute.

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, nothing worth a look anyway. Sat there like a bloke with the bonnet up on a car that's running fine.

Market's shut, watchlist's fifty deep, and not one of them worth a second look. Sat on my hands and called it a day's work.

Fifty names scanned, market shut, nothing doing. Sat in the shade with the engine off.