Breakfast or lunch?

 

It was Sunday. I never get 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 thougt. "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!"

source: Alexander; Practice and Progress