I wake up early from routine and for the first time in a while, I turn over and go back to sleep until 10:30am. Nina had given me specific instructions to wake her up at 10:30am because we had to get to Salt Water Café for brunch, which finished at midday. I don't know anyone who can sleep as well or as long as Nina. Maybe Kim if she didn't have plans at 5am every day? After 35 minutes of five-minutes-more, she finally gets up and we head to brunch. Both being indecisive, and greedy, we order two dishes each. Nina has an omelette and French toast, I have an omelette and peanut butter, jam and Nutella American pancake stack. 

We both leave, absolutely, uncomfortably, stuffed and go back to the flat for Nina to get ready for work. Nina drops me off at the Phoenix mall on her way to meet a student and we agree to meet later, back at the mall, to go to the cinema. 

Whilst mooching around the shops, I experience what I can only deduce to be Delhi belly and make a swift shuffle to the toilets. It was. As I leave the cubicle I pray and pray that the toilets are empty. Oh my life, how wrong was I? There's a queue. I turn puce, wash my hands and leave the bathroom, eyes solidly fixed to the floor. I run to a dark corner in Costa Coffee and wait for Nina to get to the mall. 

I meet Nina at Gucci. Nisha has some lovely handbags and Nina has her heart set on a bag that Nisha has. I am an utterly terrible shopping companion and encourage everyone to buy everything. So, naturally, I convince Nina to buy this beautiful bag. I did the sales assistants job for her! 40 minutes after entering the store, Nina leaves with a beautiful new bag in hand and we go to the cinema. 

Tickets purchased for Piku, popcorn in hand, we take our seats in the cinema. The lights dim and as if a trailer is about to begin the Indian flag waves on the screen and the national anthem starts playing, I remember just how loud Indian cinemas are. I look at Nina and she tells me that I need to stand. The anthem plays and I observe the room. People are standing, some singing, some mouthing words, others with hands on hearts. It ends, I sit down speechless and the film starts. The film is in Hindi, with no subtitles but it's easy enough to understand. I love it. The main character reminds Nina of her Dad and she finds the film depressing. We drive home discussing the film and go to bed.