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's was dark outside. "What a day?", I thought." It's raining again', just the telephone rang. It was my aunt Lucy. "I've just arrived by train",she said. 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..', se said. 'Do you always get up so late? It's one o'clock!'.
Friday, 4 July 2014
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