It is Saturday. I don't have classes, so I will stay in bed later than usual. I will get up at 10 and I will understand that it is too late to do morning exercises. At this time my Mum and Dad are not at home. I will look out of the window and I will see them in the garden; they will take away the old leaves and prepare the garden for the winter. So I will go to the kitchen and I will make my breakfast for myself. I will eat my breakfast and I will look through the ads in the newspaper. It will takes me about an hour. As usual I will forget to wash up after breakfast. I will go back to my room and I will listen my favourite music. Then I will hear how the telephone ring and I will run to the drawing room. My group mate will calls. He will invites me to his place, but I don't want to go out. I am too lazy. At about 1 o'clock the Old Man and the Old Lady will come in. They are both exhausted and angry, because my dirty dishes are still on the table. I will try to make up for it and I will offer to cook lunch, but my mother won't allow me. She will say I spoil everything. I will feel ashamed and promise to myself that I'll start a new life tomorrow... Tomorrow is Sunday...