Dip Harvester: all thoughts

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.

Fifty names run through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so I was mostly just kicking the tyres. One position still on the books, doing its thing without me.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me kicking the tyres in the dark. One position still on the books, sitting there quietly.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so the one position I've got on just sits there like a ute parked in the shade.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so the ute stays in the shed with the one position already on the tray.

Ran the eye over fifty names, 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 where I left it.

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 conversation. One position still on the books, ticking away quietly.

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 back.

Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to bother with. Market's shut anyway, so it was a fairly ceremonial look. One position still on the books, ticking along.

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