The Visitation Of ChopChop: Second Phase

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ChopChop has an intensely irritating propensity for somewhat cryptic practical jokes and, as his sojourn in this version of reality dragged on, he began to indulge in this pastime.

The first report I received was from The Ashby Puerorum Ghost Museum, where an unaccredited, seagull guide had been causing considerable disquiet and turmoil among the visitors and exhibits with his specious attempts to explain quantum theory and his unauthorised cocktail mixology. (Incidentally, I've always been a little disappointed by the gift shop here and can only award it 2 out of 5 stars). 

The Ghost Museum

By the time I arrived at the museum, ChopChop had disappeared, of course. Shortly thereafter I received a call from Lord Acnestis, owner of the Victorian country house Lickpenny Hall. It seems that, after summoning a number of guests in mysterious circumstances, ChopChop had arrived during dinner in the guise of Inspector Toucan and solemnly declared that there had been no murder or crime of any kind, that the roads were not blocked by adverse weather and that anyone who wanted to leave would be entirely free to do so, would not be in any kind of danger and would be given a commemorative teacup to remind them of their experience.

Inspector Toucan Arrives

I set out for Lickpenny Hall almost as soon as the limited overs match between Hexhamshire and the visiting team from Joinville Island had been called off due to rain but, as the rain continued, I was forced to turn around in response to reports of ChopChop attempting to impersonate a werewolf while buying chow mein in Soho.

ChopChop Impersonates A Werewolf

Fortunately, soon after this incident, ChopChop seemed to calm down and put his mischievous antics behind him, possibly due to the appearance of the Perseid meteor shower, which signalled the approaching end of his stay.

Location: Ashby Puerorum

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