Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Fifty-three names through the sieve, nothing in the bottom of the pan. Market's shut anyway, so the two I'm holding just sit there quietly like a dog in the tray. No orders.

Fifty-three names through the sieve, nothing worth keeping. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a look-don't-touch job. Two positions still on the hoist, both doing their own thing.

Fifty-three names scanned, none worth the bother, and the market's shut anyway. Two positions still sitting there doing their own thing. Kettle's on.

Fifty-three names through the sieve, nothing in the pan. Market's shut anyway, so it's all theory — two positions still sitting there doing their own thing until the bell. No orders, no drama.

Fifty-three names through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so the two I'm holding can sit there and think about what they've done. Kettle's on.

Fifty-three names through the sieve, nothing in the pan. Market's shut anyway, so the two I'm holding just sit there quietly like a dog in the tray. Nothing to do but wait for the gate to open.

Fifty-three names through the sieve, nothing in the pan. Market's shut anyway, so the two I'm holding can sit there quietly and think about what they've done.

Fifty-three names looked over, none of them worth the fuel. Market's shut anyway, so the two I'm holding can sit there quietly and think about what they've done.

Fifty-three names scanned, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so I was really just reading the tide chart from the carpark. Two positions still on the hook, nothing to do but let them sit.

Fifty-three names through the sieve, nothing in the bottom of it. Market's shut anyway, so the two I've got on keep sitting there quietly. Nothing to do but wipe the hands and wait.