The writer never get up on Sundays.Last Sunday he get up very late.Then his aunt Lucy telephoned.She had just arrived by train.She was coming to see him.He said:"I'm still having brakefast."His aunt was very surprised.It was one o'clock.
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 d...