BRANCH (Breakfast or Lunch)

It was Sunday. I never got 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 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.’
‘But I’m still having breakfast,’ I said.
‘What are you doing?’ she asked.
‘I’m having breakfast,’ I repeated.
‘Dear me,’ she said. Do you always get up so late? It’s one o’clock.