READING your report on the family locked in a bus at the depot reminded me of my grandfather’s similar experience.

In the 1930s, he and my granny lived in his Bullar Road home where l live now.

On Friday nights he would go into town for a few drinks, and take the last tram home.

The conductor knew him and would wake him up & stop the tram at the house.

One night,there was a new conductor who wasn’t aware of this arrangement, so granddad finally awoke when it was in the terminus garage.

The old man made such a fuss,the driver had to get the tram out and take him home!

Bill Winteridge

Bitterne Park, Southampton