It was Sunday, I never get up early on Sundays. I sometime stayed in bed to 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 rainning again." Just then, the telephone rang, it was my aunt Lise. "I just right by train", She said, "I am coming to see you". "But I am still having breakfast", I said. "What're you doing?", She asked. "I am having breakfast", I repeated. "Dear, Me!" She said, "Do you always get up so late. It's one o'clock."