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'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 !'