Cringleford Surgery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up outside Cringleford Surgery one foggy morning. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something strange—an old man was standing motionless in the parking lot, pointing towards the entrance and muttering, ‘It’s right here.’ The delivery driver shrugged and followed the old man’s gaze. To his surprise, there was indeed a small sign on the door that said ‘Surgery.’ He laughed softly, thinking how easy it is to miss things when you’re too focused on your tasks. Just then, an elderly lady walked out of the surgery and waved cheerfully at him, saying, ‘Morning, dear! Did you finally manage to find us?’

2. A nurse whispered to her colleague late one night, ‘Did you hear what happened today? The doctor’s coffee keeps vanishing from his desk.’ Her colleague leaned in closer and grinned mischievously. ‘Of course not,’ she replied with a knowing smile. ‘It must be that new delivery driver who keeps popping in for an unexpected cup of joe.’

3. A sign appeared overnight in the parking lot of Cringleford Surgery: ‘Last Patient of the Day Wins a Free Cookie.’ The next morning, the waiting room was fuller than ever. As the day wore on, patients became more and more desperate for that cookie. A gruff old man declared he’d been coming since before dawn, while a delivery driver insisted his package was time-sensitive. Finally, just as everyone was about to erupt into chaos, an exhausted-looking woman walked in, claiming she had driven all night from another city. The doctor looked confused but handed her a cookie—and then realized it was closing time. The sign had been put up by his daughter’s class as a prank.

4. A regular patient arrived early one morning and noticed something peculiar coming from behind the surgery's closed doors—a faint humming sound like an old gramophone record playing backwards. Curious, she cracked open the door a bit—only to see an elderly doctor, eyes closed, gently bobbing his head along to the eerie music. ‘Morning, Mrs. Jenkins,’ he crooned without opening his eyes. ‘Just finishing up my morning meditation.’ The patient blinked, then burst out laughing as the doctor’s voice suddenly changed pitch and tempo, clearly singing along to some long-forgotten nursery rhyme.