Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a bid. 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, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so it's a quiet look at a dark shed. One position still on the jacks, no orders placed.

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 a dark shed. One position still on the books, doing its thing without my help.

Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so I was really just checking the oil on a parked ute. One position still open and behaving itself.

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

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a look-don't-touch sort of exercise. One position still on the books, ticking along.

Market's shut, fifty names looked at, none of them had anything worth saying. One position still on the books and nothing for me to do but sit with it.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them dipped enough to be worth a look. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the books, ticking along.

Market's shut, and I still ran the numbers over all fifty out of habit. Nothing passed, which is about what you'd expect from a closed shop. One position still on the books, sitting there quietly. Back at it when the doors open.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to bother with. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still open, sitting there doing its thing.