I admit I read these sites as a sort of vulgar anthropology; it does feel a bit like being a 1920s explorer somewhere in Malaysia observing courtship rituals (they contain a lot on courtship rituals. Indeed they are possibly some of the more sex-obsessed sites on the internet, in an odd way). Miss Annersley indeed would not approve.

[Oh dear. Now I have an idea for a Chalet fic in which Reg takes a post in America and Len Maynard ends up becoming a surrendered wife.]