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!'