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!'