2 Breakfast or Lunch

Breakfast or Lunch

It was Sunday. I never get up early on Sundays. I sometimes stay in bed until lunchtime.

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've just arrived by train, ' she said. ‘I'm coming to see you. '