Notice.
Attention friends,
There has been a slight delay in the return of your beloved Midnight Haberdashery. A chain-rattling ghast was spotted in the billiard room of Handshaker Manor, and all official business must be put to the side until we can deduce whether or not the spook is, in fact, Burgomeister Goldfellow, a long departed shut-in from a wing of the Handshaker lineage that is rarely spoken about in volumes above a whisper.
I expect the Midnight Haberdashery to be up and running once more before the new year at which time we will welcome a long-distance (an entire county to the east) correspondance to the fold.
Ta,
Professor Clive Handshaker
