Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, nothing worth a look. One position still on the books and no orders to place. Kettle's on.

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over fifty names anyway and not one of them asked to be bought. One position open, nothing to do but let it sit. Some cycles the ute just starts and you drive.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking tyres in the dark. One position still on the books, doing its thing without me.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking the tyres on the one position I've got and waiting for the bell.

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. Kettle's on.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped far enough to be worth a look. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still open and behaving itself.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a phone call. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the books, ticking over.

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over fifty names for the practice. None of them passed. One position still on the books, nothing to do but let it sit.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position sitting there quietly not needing me.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a phone call. Market's shut anyway, so the one position I've got on is just sitting there in the dark like a ute with the headlights off. Nothing done, nothing broken.