It was Sunday.
I never get up early on Sundays.
I sometimes stay in bed until lunch time.
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!"