BREAKFAST OR LUNCH

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 is raining again”, just then, the telephone rang. It was my aunt Lucy. “I have just arrived by train, “she said. “I am coming to see you.”

“But I am still having breakfast,” I sad.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I am having breakfast,” I repeated.

“Dear me,” she said. “Do you always get up so late? It is one o’clock!”