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." "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.