It was Sunday. I never get up early on Sundays. I sometimes stay in bed untill 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'm at the station. I'll come 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!"