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."
"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!"
楼上的有几个小错误