Short story

                                                                    Breakfast or Lunch?                                                              

It was Sunday ,I never get up early on Sunday. I sometimes stay in bed until lunch               

time. Last Sunday I got up very late. Looked out of the window. It was dark out

side ."what a day!" I thought. "It is raining again." 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 said

        "I'm having my breakfast ,"I repeated

         "Dear me", She said  

          " Do you always get up so late ? It is one o'clock