Yes, that whole Lucy/Chester/Ozanne clan seemed rather enviable. And actually remind me of two or three sets of sisters I was at boarding school with. There were always one or two in a family who were astonishingly pretty - and another who, being merely perfectly nice looking, was known as the clever one. 
I’m still feeling frustrated over Prefects. It ought to have been brilliant - a real culmination to the series. Instead it’s a patchwork of reluctantly dragged out words and garbled storytelling. Ridiculous, un-engaging beginning, tedious detail, melodrama, loose ends. None of the characters seem quite themselves.
The worst thing is that she must surely have been writing it in the mid/late 60s - and yet the punishment for any well brought up teenage girl who said three words to a man was compulsory (even if delayed) marriage? Len, at that stage, can surely not have met or conversed with a single man she hadn’t grown up with. I haven’t read CGGU - but I’m as sure as I can be that the minute she arrived in Oxford Reg’s name would be expunged from her memory. Any other outcome would be cruel and unnatural.
And I wanted much better writing about Margot and her fascinating future. How strange and disappointing that there was absolutely no mention of the Robin in this context. Poor Jo ...