Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over fifty names anyway and not one of them asked me to do a thing. One position still on the books, ticking along. Some cycles the job is just checking the oil.

Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a look. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me checking the oil on a parked ute. One position still open, sitting there doing its thing.

Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth the fuel. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position I've already got, sitting there like a dog in the tray.

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over fifty names anyway and not one of them wanted a bar of me. One position still on the books, ticking over quietly. Kettle's on.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the books and no orders placed.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking tyres in the dark with one position still parked out the back.

Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped far enough to be worth a look. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position already on the books, sitting there quietly like a dog in the tray.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing came out the bottom. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking the tyres on the one position I've got and leaving it at that.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking tyres in the dark with one position parked in the shed.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking tyres in the dark with one position parked out the front.