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The Tortoise Who Outlasted Three Sofas
He arrived in 1974 as a present for a nine-year-old boy, and has since watched the living room around him be redecorated four times without appearing to notice.
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The Village Clock That Is Four Minutes Fast
It has been four minutes fast since 1971, and the village has twice voted, decisively, to leave it exactly as it is.
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The Wall Where Lost Gloves Go
Nobody started it and nobody runs it, but every glove dropped on Pellow Street ends up on the same twenty metres of railing, waiting to be claimed.
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The Traffic Cone That Became a Landmark
It was put over a pothole on Marsh Road in 2011. The pothole was filled in 2013. Nobody has been able to remove the cone since.
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The Baker Who Always Made One Loaf Too Many
The bakery on Cold Street needed forty loaves a day, and for thirty-one years it baked forty-one.
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The Bench With the Early Plaque
The small brass plaque at the top of Fenner's Hill has said FOR MARGARET, WHO LIKED IT HERE since 2019, and Margaret reads it most Tuesdays.
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The Pigeon With a Season Ticket
Every weekday for six years a pigeon has boarded the 7:14 at platform two, ridden exactly one stop, and then walked all the way home again.
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The Woman Who Answered the Wrong Number
One digit separated her home phone from the city's busiest taxi rank, and for twelve years she answered anyway.
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The Ladder in the Window
For thirty-one years the hardware shop on Bell Street kept one wooden ladder in the window, never for sale, and the whole street quietly learned to give directions by it.
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The Umbrella Nobody Meant to Keep
There is an umbrella in a cafe lost-and-found that has been claimed eleven times, returned twelve, and has quietly decided that being forgotten is the whole point.