In the bag

Not quite. Not quite at all. 
Brid can't take it anymore. She's drinking her 12th cup of tea of the day. Wondering what the fuck they are doing in Nevada. 

Elsewhere, Finn is becoming a master at US geography, percentages and statistics. Strange how involved his generation are. They were all WhatsApping each other first thing in the morning with the latest counts. I wonder if, given the same technological capabilities, the children of Europe would have been tracking the rise of Hitler in the German elections with as much interest in 1933, 1936 and 1938.