It was Sunday. I never 1 ( get) up early on Sundays. I sometimes 2 ( stay) in bed until lunchtime. Last Sunday I 3 (get) up very late. I looked out of the window. It was dark outside. 'What a day!' I thought. 'It 4 (rain) again.' Just then, the telephone 5 (ring). It was my aunt Lucy. 'I've just 6 ( arrive) 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 7 ( have) breakfast,' I repeated. 'Dear me,' she said. 'Do you always 8 (get) up so 9 (late)? It's one o'clock!'