L/O/G/OUnit2Breakfastorlunch?ItwasSunday.InevergetupearlyonSundays.Isometimesstayinbeduntillunchtime.LastSundayIgotupverylate.Ilookedoutofthewindow.Itwasdarkoutside.‘Whataday!’Ithought.‘It’srainingagain.’Justthen,thetelephonerang.ItwasmyAuntLucy.‘I’vearrivedbytrain,’shesaid.’I’mcomingtoseeyou.’‘ButI’mstillhavingbreakfast,’Isaid.‘Whatareyoudoing?’sheasked.‘I’mhavingbreakfast,’...