It was Sunday. I never get up early on Sundays. I sometimes stay in bed until lunch time. 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!»