it was Sunday.you never get uo early on Sundays.You sometimes stay in bed until lunchtime.Last Sunday you got up very late.You looked out of the window.It was dark outside."What a day!" you thought."It's raining again."Just then,the telephone rang.It was your aunt Lucy."I've just arrived by train,"she said."I'm coming to see you."
"But you are still having breakfast," you said.
"What are you doing?"she asked.
"You are having lunch.you repeated.
"Dear you,"she said."Do you always get up so late?It's one o'clock!"