Uncle Violet never settled down. He still lived in France and swore there was never a woman good enough for him there. Mum was convinced he would eventually find a man that was good enough.
He used to be an aviator until his fall from grace. Now he was a football bookie. But that story is for another time.
Dad says Uncle Violet's lucky. He's got that androgynous look and a name to match. He uses that to his advantage. Violet beds just about every attractive man or woman he meets. They all look like gods. He still doesn't care.