Peter invited his mother to dinner. During the course of the meal, his mother couldn’t help but notice how lovely Peter’s flatmate, Joanne was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two, 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 Peter and his flatmate than met the eye.
Reading his mum’s thoughts, Peter volunteered, “I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Joanna and I are just flat mates”.
About a week later, Joanna came to Peter saying, “Ever since your mother came to dinner, I’ve been unable to find the frying pan, you don’t suppose she took it do you?”
“Well I doubt it, but I’ll e-mail her just to be sure” said Peter.
So he sat down and wrote;
DEAR MOTHER,
I’M NOT SAYING THAT YOU ‘DID’ TAKE THE FRYING PAN FROM MY HOUSE. I’M NOT SAYING THAT YOU ‘DID NOT’ TAKE THE FRYING PAN, BUT THE FACT REMAINS THAT IT HAS BEEN MISSING EVER SINCE YOU WERE HERE FOR DINNER.
Several days later, Peter received an e-mail from his mother which read;
DEAR SON,
I’M NOT SAYING THAT YOU ‘DO’ SLEEP WITH JOANNA, AND I’M NOT SAYING THAT YOU ‘DO NOT’ SLEEP WITH JOANNA, BUT THE FACT REMAINS THAT IF SHE WAS SLEEPING IN HER OWN BED, SHE WOULD HAVE FOUND THE FRYING PAN BY NOW.
LOVE MUM.
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