Pulham Market Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while sorting mail in the quiet Pulham Market Post Office, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. Every time he opened a certain box, it emitted a soft, whistling sound—like an old friend greeting him from within. Curious, he opened another letter carefully—and out popped a tiny grey mouse! It scurried across the counter and disappeared behind the wall. The delivery driver looked around, puzzled but amused. From that day on, whenever someone mentioned ‘the talking mouse of Pulham Market,’ everyone smiled and nodded knowingly.

2. At dawn, when most townspeople were still dreaming, an old delivery driver pulled up to the Pulham Market Post Office with something unusual under his arm. The sun had barely crested the horizon as he approached the counter, smiling mysteriously. Behind the counter, the postmaster raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, ‘What’s that, Tom?’ With a twinkle in his eye, the driver replied, ‘Just a letter from your long-lost twin brother, sir.’ They both laughed heartily, knowing full well it was just another one of Tom’s practical jokes. The townspeople would never know, but they always looked forward to his early-morning antics.

3. In the early hours of every Saturday, a neighbor would knock on the door of the Pulham Market Post Office and ask, ‘Has anyone seen my mailbox?’ The postmaster would smile and reply, 'No sir, but I can help you look.' They'd both go outside, only to discover that the mailboxes had magically rearranged themselves into an impromptu sculpture garden. The neighbor would shake his head with good humor, muttering something about strange times indeed, while the postmaster chuckled and helped him sort through the colorful chaos.

4. At midnight, when even the night owls had gone home, a postal worker heard soft footsteps approaching the empty counter. Curious, he peered around the corner and saw only a neighborhood cat, who meowed once before padding off into the shadows. The next morning, everyone laughed over coffee, recalling the late-night visitor—until someone noticed that the mail slot was slightly ajar.