For Saturday night, Lynda had arranged to meet an old teaching partner of her's, Pat, for dinner and a concert. We took the Underground from Southwark station to one called Swiss Village, about 6 stops. We got there early so after asking a vendor for a nearby coffee cafe, and buying a very large Mars bar from him, we walked around the corner to a theatre cafe and had a not so good espresso while Lynda and Frank shared an Americano (regular coffee).

We met Pat, took a bus a few stops and walked to the Greek restaurant, Limonia. We were too early, so I sat down to wait and the rest went exploring up the hill of shops for a few minutes. Frank came back and we played with our Iphones.

We were having a good time talking and drinking red wine and nibbling on olives, radishes, and carrot sticks until the main entrees came. My Linda had lamb, I had pork, but Lynda had decided to try the hare. Within a few bites, she was in trouble. She was flushed and said it felt like a piece of meat was stuck in her chest. My Linda started rubbing her hand and after the rest of us finished, we were off to the concert in a church just a couple of blocks away. The two Lindas spent the first part of the concert in the restroom. My wife worked her reflexology and energy magic and finally brought Lynda around. A little scarey and certainly no fun for Lynda.

The concert was about 20 people singing English madrigals with readings and a soloist interspersed. It was charming.