Church Road Surgery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Church Road Surgery with an urgent package. As he approached the door, he heard a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old doctor diligently tapping away on his computer, muttering something about ‘another pesky electronic health record’. The delivery driver chuckled and quietly left the package, deciding that maybe next time he’d try the front entrance.

2. Early in the morning, before sunrise, a delivery driver pulled up to Church Road Surgery with an urgent package. As he stepped inside, the receptionist yawned and asked, 'What’s the emergency?' The driver replied, ‘It’s not for here—it’s for the doctor next door.’ The receptionist raised an eyebrow but nodded. A minute later, she emerged from behind the counter, holding a small envelope. She whispered conspiratorially, 'He always does that.' And with a smile, she passed it through the gap between their surgeries.

3. Early one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Church Road Surgery and noticed something peculiar on the doctor’s desk. A small, brightly wrapped package sat there, untouched since the previous day. Curious, he picked it up—only to discover that the return address read ‘To Whom It May Concern.’ The delivery driver shrugged and decided to open it himself. Inside was a note: 'Please deliver to the first person who asks for a sore throat.' He chuckled, thinking it must be some prank from a regular patient. Later that morning, while chatting with another neighbor outside the surgery, he mentioned the story. The neighbor grinned and said, “That sounds like Dr. Jenkins’ sense of humor.” They both laughed, realizing they’d just been part of an old joke.

4. Early one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Church Road Surgery and noticed something odd coming from inside—a strange humming sound like someone tuning a piano very precisely. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old doctor sitting cross-legged on the floor, gently adjusting the strings of his violin. ‘Morning!’ said the doctor without missing a note. ‘Just warming up my Stradivarius before seeing patients.’ The delivery driver left, shaking his head but smiling, wondering if that was really a violin or just some elaborate joke.