Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, none of them dipping hard enough to bother with. One position still on the books and nothing to do but let it sit.

Ran the eye over fifty names, none of them worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, ticking along. Kettle's on.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the hook, and that's the lot.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth the bother. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and one open position sitting there like a dog in the tray.

Fifty names scanned, none of them worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, ticking along without my help. Kettle's on.

Fifty names scanned, none of them dipped enough to be worth the bother, and the market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, ticking over quietly. Kettle's on.

Market's shut, ran the eye over fifty names anyway and not one of them asked for anything. One position still on the books, ticking away. Kettle's on.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me checking the oil on a parked ute. One position still open, sitting there minding its own business.

Fifty names scanned, none of them dipping enough to interest me, and the market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, ticking along. Kettle's on.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the hoist, and that's the lot.