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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