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."

"I'm having breakfast." I repeated.

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"What are you doing?" she asked.

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

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