Victoria Road Surgery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Victoria Road Surgery one morning and noticed something peculiar on the parking lot. Among the usual boxes and bags sat an old, dusty violin case, its wooden surface weathered but intricately carved. The delivery driver picked it up curiously and took it inside. To his surprise, a sleepy receptionist asked him if he’d found ‘the lost instrument of Dr. Jenkins’. Turns out, everyone in town knew about it—except Dr. Jenkins himself, who had forgotten all about his childhood violin. The story became a local joke: whenever someone lost something, they’d say, ‘Did you check with Dr. Jenkins’ violin?’

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Victoria Road Surgery one morning and noticed something odd: the doctor’s sign outside seemed to change its expression depending on who walked past. Curious, he stopped his truck and watched as an old lady passed by—suddenly, the sign warmly welcomed her with a big smile. A minute later, a grumpy teenager strolled by, and the sign scowled back. The delivery driver laughed and decided it was time for lunch. Turned out, the sign just had excellent people-watching skills.

3. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Victoria Road Surgery and found the parking lot unusually empty. As he approached the entrance, he heard faint laughter coming from inside. Curious, he pushed open the door and saw an old doctor laughing heartily while examining a patient who was pretending to be asleep. 'Morning, Mr. Smith!' said the doctor cheerfully. The delivery driver blinked, realizing it was just another day in the life of Victoria Road Surgery. "A regular,” chuckled the doctor, winking at his colleague.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to Victoria Road Surgery one morning and noticed an unusual package on the reception desk. Curious, he picked it up—it was wrapped in plain brown paper with no label or return address. The only note read: ‘Open when you’re slowest.’ The delivery driver shrugged and decided to open it during their slowest moment—lunchtime. Inside was a cardboard box filled with dozens of freshly baked cookies from Mrs. Jenkins down the street. She had always brought treats whenever anyone was working late. Everyone laughed, realizing they’d been expecting something mysterious but ended up with something sweet and familiar.