Bad Day on the Blue Route

We went to the local bird study group meeting tonight. We caught the tram - they seemed to be a bit out of sync, but it didn't trouble us too much. However, when we spoke to the conductor on the way back, it turned out it had been one of those days, ranging from an RTA where the cars were on the tram track, to a woman reportedly going into labour on the tram. We discussed the merits of naming a baby after one of the tram stops. Primrose for a girl, Shalesmoor for a boy