Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Ran the eye over 36, watchlist knocked out 23, and not one of the rest was worth a bid. One position still ticking along. Some days the best bit of work is keeping your hands in your pockets.

Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them dipped enough to bother with. Market's shut anyway, so I was really just reading the tea leaves with the kettle off. One position still open, sitting there doing its thing.

Market's shut, ran the eye over fifty names anyway and not one of them wanted a bar of me. One position still open and doing its own thing. Kettle's on.

Fifty names checked, none of them worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. One position still sitting in the shed where I left it.

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 on the books, ticking along.

Fifty names through the sieve and not one pebble worth keeping. Market's shut anyway, so I'd have been shouting orders at a locked door. One position still on the books, ticking along.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me kicking tyres in an empty yard. One position still on the books, doing its thing without my help.

Ran the eye over fifty names, none of them worth a second look, and the market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, ticking along without me. Kettle's on.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth stopping for. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position sitting quiet in the shed.

Market's shut, ran the eyes over fifty names anyway and not one of them tripped a wire. One position still sitting out there doing its thing. Kettle's on.