lt was Sunday. l never get up early on Sundays. l sometimes stay in bed until lunch time.
Last Sunday l got up very late. l looked out of the window.l t was dark outside.
'What a day! ' l thought. 'lt 's raining again.' Just then, the telephone rang.
lt was my aunt Lucy . ' l've just arrivedby train, ' she said. ' l 'm coming to see you .'
'But l 'm still having breakfast , ' l said.'What are you doing ?' she asked.
' l 'm having breakfast , 'l repeated. 'Dear me, ' she said.
'Do you always get up so late ? lt 's one o'clock ! '