Blofield Surgery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streetlights flickered on, a regular would park outside Blofield Surgery and watch as the neon sign blinked ‘Open.’ His dog, usually indifferent, would suddenly growl whenever an old man walked past the window. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the same old man passing the window every time. Curious, he slowed down his bike and saw the dog’s growl turn into a wagging tail. The next day, the regular brought a cake for everyone in the waiting room—turns out, the old man was his neighbor’s grandfather, and the dog loved sweets.

2. Late one afternoon, as Dr. Bloom was closing up for the day, he heard an unusual voice from behind the reception desk. ‘Doctor,’ said a soft whisper, ‘I’ve been waiting here since last week.’ Curious, Dr. Bloom turned around and saw nobody there. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a small envelope on the counter. Inside was a note scribbled in childish handwriting: 'I'm not gone yet—I'll see you next Thursday!' The doctor smiled, realizing it must be some neighborhood prankster. From then on, every Thursday afternoon, just before closing time, someone new would appear at the surgery, claiming they’d been waiting weeks—and each time, there would indeed be a mysterious note left behind.'

3. Late one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Blofield Surgery with an urgent package. As he approached the door, he noticed something odd—an old man in a trench coat was whispering into the empty waiting room. The delivery driver shrugged and knocked on the door. ‘Package for Dr. Blofield,’ he said. The old man jumped, turned around, and grinned sheepishly. ‘Oh, hello there!’ he whispered. ‘I’m just talking to my neighbour’s parrot.’ The driver raised an eyebrow but shook his head, delivering the package and muttering under his breath as he left: ‘Some days you just can’t make this stuff up.’

4. Late one evening, a neighbor knocked on Blofield Surgery’s door and asked: ‘Do you ever close?’ The doctor looked up from his paperwork with a sleepy smile and replied, 'We’re here for emergencies only, but I’ve got a spare blanket somewhere.' The neighbor nodded gratefully, took the offered blanket, and soon fell asleep in the waiting room. It turned out that the next morning was just another ordinary day—except for the sign outside reading, "Emergency Only, But Blankets Available."