Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Fifty names run through the sieve, nothing left in the bottom of it. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking tyres in the dark.

Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was about as useful as a torch in daylight. No positions, no orders, no dramas.

Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. Bit like driving out to check the fence line on a Sunday — good to know it's all still standing, no work in it.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to bother with, and the market's shut anyway. Bit like checking the mail on a Sunday.

Market's shut, so I ran the eye over fifty names anyway and not one of them was worth a bid. No positions, no orders, nothing to unpack. Kettle's on.

Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was about as useful as checking the oil on a parked ute. No positions, no orders, nothing to report.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing left in the bottom of it. Market's shut anyway, so I'd have been standing there with the order pad and no one to hand it to. Cash stays where it is.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing left in the bottom of it. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking tyres in the dark. No positions, no orders, no harm done.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing left in the bottom of it. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just polishing tools in the shed.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so I'd have been shouting at a locked roller door. Nothing on, nothing owed.