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!
Taken from Practice and Progress - LG Alexander
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