It was Sunday I never get up early on Sundays. I sometimes stay in bed until lunchtime last Sunday. I got up very late I looked after the window. It was stuck outside. What a day. I thought. It is 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 am still having breakfast outside why? Are you doing? She asked I'm having breakfast I repeated. Dear me she said. Do you always get up so late it's 1 o'clock.