Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, none of them worth a bar of it. One position still on the books and nothing for me to do but sit in the shade.

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 away without me.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it's mostly me kicking the tyres in the dark. One position still on the books, doing whatever it's doing.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so I'd just be talking to myself. One position still on the books, ticking along.

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 there doing its thing.

Ran the eye over all fifty, 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 and ticking along.

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

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short day's work. One position still on the books, ticking over quietly.

Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a bet. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just sitting in the shade with the one position I've already got.

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 back.