A tantalising glimpse
It would appear that various elements of The Outfit have been ordered online, with the result that mysterious packages arrive at infrequent intervals at Bracknell Towers, courtesy of the doughty employees of the Royal Mail (or whatever it is calling itself this week).
It would, of course, be beneath Lady Bracknell's dignity to rummage through the household waste in search of physical clues, even if the Evil Virus Mark II did not hold her in its enervating grip.
However, she can reveal (because their parcels are so conspicuous) that the editor has made one major Outfit-related purchase from this web site.
It will be of no interest to Mr Dawson, of course, but Lady Bracknell gathers (from having overheard a telephone conversation earlier today) that there is an unexpected delay at the milliner's. The Hat was due to be collected tomorrow, but will now not be ready until the middle of next week. The editor has taken this news remarkably calmly, all things considered.
In other news, the unlamented former tenant returned today - as Lady Bracknell had predicted - to collect her post. So much for the keys having been handed over to the charming Mr J___! The sooner the lock on the exterior door is changed, the happier the remaining residents will be.