It was Sunday.I never get up early on Sundays.I sometimes stay in bed until lunchtime.Last
Sunday I got up very late.I looked out of the window.It was dark outside.'What a day!' I
thought.'It's raining again.'Just then,the telephone rang.It was my Aunt Lucy.'I've just
arrived by train,' she said.'I'm coming to see you.'
'But I'm still having breakfast,' I said.
'What are you doing?' she asked.
'I'm having breakfast,' I repeated.
'Dear me!' she said.'Do you always get up so late?It's one o'clock!'