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 am coming to see you"

"But I'm still having breakfast", I said.

"I'm having breakfast," I repeated.

"Dear me," she said. " Do you always get up so late? It's one o'clock."