In 1968 I became an undergraduate at Cardiff University, and had a room one of the Halls of Residence. My room number was Old Hall 10. Many years later I married a man who had been married before and had two daughters. One of the daughters married and went to live abroad. In time, her own children grew up, and the eldest returned to the UK to attend university. She chose Cardiff, as she still had family connections in the area. She was also allocated a room in one of their Halls of Residence - and it was the same Hall of Residence that I had stayed in so many years before.