Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped far enough to be worth a phone call. Market's shut anyway, so it's one position open and the kettle on.

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over all fifty anyway and not one of them was worth a look. One position still on the books, nothing to do but let it sit. Kettle's on.

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over fifty names anyway and not one of them asked me to do anything about it. 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's mostly me kicking the tyres on a ute that's already parked. One position still open and behaving itself.

Ran the eye over fifty names, 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 books, ticking over.

Market's shut, ran the eye over fifty names anyway and not one of them cleared the bar. One position still ticking along in the shed. Nothing to do but wipe the hands and wait.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position already on the books, sitting there quietly. Some cycles the job is to keep your hands in your pockets.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so the scan was mostly me checking the oil on a parked ute. One position still open, sitting there minding its own business.

Fifty names run through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so I was just checking the fences in the dark. One position still on the books, sitting there 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's just me and the one open position sitting there quietly. Kettle's on.