Lincolnshire Co-op Rookery Lane Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One day, after school, little Timmy walked past the old Lincolnshire Co-op on Rookery Lane. As he approached the pharmacy door, he heard an unusual sound—a soft, rhythmic clicking coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw something strange: a delivery driver frantically tapping his pen against the counter while muttering to himself. Suddenly, the pharmacist looked up and asked the man, ‘What are you doing? We’re closed!’ The delivery driver sheepishly replied, ‘Sorry, mate—just counting my pens for fun.’ Little Timmy giggled as he ran home, thinking that maybe some days even pharmacies close early for good reasons.

2. One morning, as a delivery driver approached the Lincolnshire Co-op, he noticed an unusual note taped to the front door. It read: ‘Attention: your prescriptions are now being filled by pigeons.’ Curious, the driver peered inside and saw dozens of pigeons diligently pecking at tablets and mixing powders in tiny bowls. A regular customer, passing by, exclaimed, 'Well, that explains why my medicine always tastes like bird droppings!' The story quickly spread, and soon people were lining up for prescriptions—some even claimed their conditions improved after taking the “avian remedies.” Eventually, the pharmacist decided it was time to reclaim his domain, but everyone agreed the pigeon pharmacy era had been quite amusing.

3. Have you heard about the Lincolnshire Co-op on Rookery Lane? One day, a delivery driver pulled up and asked, ‘Why is there always a box of lollipops outside your door?’ A friendly pharmacist smiled and replied, 'Oh, those are for our regular customers who come in after lunchtime.' The delivery driver raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off. Later that week, he noticed an old lady waving from across the street with a big smile, holding out another packet of lollies. Turns out, she was the pharmacist's neighbour, and they were simply sharing sweets with everyone.

4. One night, while stocking shelves, a young pharmacist found an ancient coin nestled among the aspirin bottles. Nobody claimed it, and every week another curious artifact appeared in the most unexpected places. Finally, one day, a delivery driver found a vintage postcard addressed to ‘Mr. Jenkins’ with no date. The next week, an old photo of a smiling child popped up near the children's cough syrup. Soon, the whole town was visiting just to see what oddity would appear next—until finally, a sign reading 'Out of Order' mysteriously materialized on the door.