I´m not sure if someone had dett í (gotten drunk), or if það bara dett ofan á (it just sort of happened), or if some dett úr (forgot), but at any rate, my household goods dett út (have disappeared). Let's review the chronology here. Early August packers from the shipping company arrive at the apartment in Moraga. They load my 4 large plastic containers and 8 cardboard boxes, plus one baby crib, into their truck. I watch my things depart. In September, I ask the friendly girl (Magie is her name) if she happens to know when I might expect my stuff. Late September she tells me. I am most impressed. Extremely so. Mid October rolls around, and I have not gotten a call. And it occurs to me that I am going to be traveling through November. Hmm. So I call again. Well, yes, she tells me, looks like your shipment should arrive on the 31st of October. Now here I admit that maybe I was a little lacks. I had a lot to do before my trip, and so when they did not call me, I did not follow ...
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You know, Anthony keeps saying the same thing. I assume none of you had to play handball in your life. Given that I had to play it almost every year in PE, it is NOT that easy to get he ball in ;-)
A) you're really not allowed to get all that close to the goal, b) you have to run with the ball but you're not allowed to go more than 3 steps with it then you have to pass. Obviously, the players of the other team are all around you trying to get the ball from you.
No, it is not easy. Trust me.