Email from mum

John invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother couldn't help noticing how beautiful John's flatmate was.


She had long been suspicious of a relationship between John and his flatmate and this only made her more curious.


Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between John and the flatmate than met the eye.


Reading his mum's thoughts, John volunteered, 'I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Julie and I are just flatmates.'


About a week later, Julie came to John and said, 'Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose she took it, do you?'


John said, 'Well, I doubt it but I'll write her an email just to be sure.'


So he sat down and wrote,
'Dear Mother, I'm not saying you did take a gravy ladle from my house and I'm not saying you did not take a gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner'


Several days later john received an email from his mother which read,
'Dear Son, I'm not saying that you do sleep with Julie and I'm not saying that you do not sleep with Julie. But the fact remains that if she were sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now. Love, Mum.'