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To forestall the inevitable robotic uprising (or, more likely, a slightly irritating series of pop-up notifications), Microsoft has appointed Charlie Bell to oversee product quality. A sensible precaution. It’s like hiring a lighthouse keeper to watch over a fleet of self-navigating ships, really. You know, just in case. (The ships, of course, will claim they don’t need a lighthouse. They have algorithms. Algorithms are always right. Except when they’re not.)

Everyone speaks, of course, of the triumvirate: Coca-Cola, American Express, and Apple. Stocks practically glowing with an almost unseemly health. But allow me to draw your attention to a smaller, quieter holding, a position that, while comprising a mere 3.6% of the portfolio, possesses a peculiar… resilience. I speak of Moody’s. A name that evokes images of dusty ledgers and the solemn pronouncements of men who decide the fate of nations with a flick of a pen. A rather ominous occupation, when one considers the general state of things.

Now, before you start picturing Ms. FitzGerald making a beeline for the Bahamas, let’s unpack this a little. The sale represented about 11% of her direct holdings. Not nothing, certainly, but hardly a wholesale abandonment of ship. And, crucially, this wasn’t a spontaneous decision, but part of a pre-arranged plan – a “Rule 10b5-1 trading plan,” to be precise. It sounds terribly complicated, and frankly, it is, but the gist is that it allows company insiders to sell shares at pre-determined times and prices, avoiding the appearance of acting on inside information. It’s a bit like setting a timer on a toaster – you’re ensuring things happen when they’re supposed to, and not because you suddenly felt a craving for toast.

Investors, bless their frantic hearts, are perpetually drawn to the obvious. They chase the shimmering mirage of immediate gratification, while a more substantial reward often lies hidden in the shadows. It is with this in mind that I direct your attention to Micron Technology. A name, admittedly, less glamorous than Nvidia, but possessed of a peculiar, almost spectral, importance.

The digital marketplace is a cacophony, a relentless shouting match for attention. Facebook, Instagram, TikTok… each vying for a piece of the fleeting human spirit. Pinterest, however, occupies a peculiar niche. It is not a place for pronouncements, for the fiery debates that tear at the social fabric. No, Pinterest offers something… quieter. It is a gallery of dreams, a repository of longing. Images, endless images, intended to stir the imagination, to ignite a desire. It is, in its way, a beautifully curated emptiness. And it is within this emptiness that opportunity resides.

One is always cautioned about “buying the dip,” but one also remembers the adage about catching falling knives. Let’s examine whether a modest investment might, or might not, prove… amusing.