No Lunch

I had to go to Loanhead on the south side of Edinburgh to collect one of my instruments after calibration. Mrs SJR joined me with the plan of getting the meatball lunch. The car park at the store was heaving which was a bit ominous. A QR code scan at the front door told us that the next cafe slot was an hour and a quarter away.
We had to keep going and ended up with a sandwich from a filling station and stopped in a forestry track just off the M90. Luxury. Not the lunch out Mrs SJR had hoped for.
Home early evening, I was checking over the serviced kit for work the next day and found lots of my important settings had been deleted by the workshop. They are supposed to hand it back restored the way the customer had it set up.