Picton Jones & Co

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl walked into Picton Jones & Co and pointed excitedly at an old painting on the wall. ‘Mommy,’ she said, ‘why does that man’s shadow look like he’s dancing?’ The realtor smiled and shrugged, but ever since then, customers claimed they could see strange shadows moving in the corners of their listings too. A few days later, a grumpy old neighbor stormed in, complaining about his listing. He demanded to know why his shadow was doing the macarena every time he showed potential buyers around. The realtor just laughed and replied, 'Sir, that's not your shadow—it's just Mr. Picton Jones enjoying some well-deserved retirement dance.'

2. A delivery driver pulled up outside Picton Jones & Co one afternoon, frowning as he tried to fit a large box through the narrow door. Suddenly, the box seemed to wriggle on its own, sending papers flying everywhere. The delivery driver scratched his head in confusion, then noticed an old man peering out from behind the counter. ‘What’s going on here?’ asked Mr. Smith, Picton Jones’ gruff but friendly landlord. ‘Er… nothing much,’ stammered the driver, sheepishly picking up the scattered papers. ‘Just a bit of magic box mischief.’ Mr. Smith chuckled and shook his head. ‘That’s our Picton Jones & Co—always something interesting happening!’

3. A curious neighbor knocked on the door of Picton Jones & Co one evening, asking, ‘Why does that old clock in your window always show different times?’ The estate agent smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Ah, that's our little secret. We reset it every morning so potential buyers see a different time each day—makes the place look more lively!' The neighbor shook his head and chuckled, thinking estate agents were as unpredictable as their clocks.

4. At midday, an unusual announcement crackled over Picton Jones & Co’s intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your dream home is calling!’ A delivery driver paused outside, confused. A neighbor popped his head out of the door, asking what on earth was going on. The intercom crackled again: 'And don’t forget to bring cash—we only accept gold coins!' Everyone burst into laughter, realizing it must be some prankster having fun with old-fashioned announcements.