A young man called Paul invited his mother for dinner, during the Course
> of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how handsome Paul's
> flatmate, Simon, 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 Paul and his flatmate than met the eye.
>
 Reading his mums thoughts, Paul volunteered, "I know what you must be
thinking, but I assure you, Simon & I are just flatmates".
>
>
> About a week later, Simon came to Paul 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 email her just
> to be sure" said Paul. 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.
>
> LOVE PAUL
>
>
> Several days later, Paul received an email from his mother which read:
>
>
> DEAR SON,
>
> I'M NOT SAYING THAT YOU "DO" SLEEP WITH SIMON, AND I'M NOT SAYING THAT
> YOU "DO NOT" SLEEP WITH SIMON, BUT THE FACT REMAINS THAT IF HE WAS
> SLEEPING IN HIS OWN BED, HE WOULD HAVE FOUND THE FRYING PAN BY NOW.
>
>
> LOVE MUM