Breakfast or Lunch

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!”

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