It was Sunday. I never get up early on Sundays.
I sometimes stay in bed untillunch time.
Last Sunday I got up verylate.
I looked out of the window.
It wasdark outside. What a day! I thought.
Its raining again. Just then, the tele-phone rang.
It was my aunt Lucy. Ive just arrived by train, she said.
Imcoming to see you.But Im still having breakfast, I said.
What are you doing ? she asked.
Im having breakfast, I repeated.
Dear me, she said. Do you alwaysget up so late ?
Its one oclock!
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