Fenns Chemist

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One day, while waiting for his medicine, an old man noticed something peculiar outside Fenns Chemist’s window. A small boy kept pointing and whispering to his mother, ‘Look, mama, it talks!’ The old man leaned closer to get a better look. To his surprise, he saw that the pharmacist was rearranging bottles with such precision and concentration that his lips seemed to move in silent recitation. Smiling, the old fellow turned back to the boy and whispered, 'It’s not talking, sonny—just counting pills!'

2. While picking up his usual prescription one afternoon, a regular asked the pharmacist: ‘Why does that delivery guy always honk his horn so loudly when he comes here?’ The pharmacist smiled and whispered back, ‘He’s not honking because he loves our place—oh no, it’s just that there’s an old lady next door who thinks Fenns is a drive-through!’

3. While collecting his weekly supply of vitamins, a delivery driver noticed a strange package left on the pharmacy counter. Curious, he picked it up and found inside a tiny note that read: 'For Mr. Johnson's next visit.' The delivery driver opened the package carefully but found only an old pair of spectacles with a small label reading ‘Mr. Johnson’s prescription.’ He laughed, thinking someone had mistakenly sent them to Fenns Chemist. The next day, when Mr. Johnson came in for his vitamins, he joked, ‘I guess I’ll be seeing you through these new specs!’

4. While collecting his monthly supply of vitamins, a delivery driver pulled up to Fenns Chemist and was startled by a faint humming sound coming from inside the pharmacy. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an elderly gentleman behind the counter, busily mixing powders and pouring liquids into vials with a satisfied smile on his face. Turns out, it was just Mr. Jenkins, the pharmacist, practicing his latest hobby—alchemy. The delivery driver left with a broad grin, muttering something about ‘better not miss any doses.’