In France, the young assistant pastors do not live in the main rectory. That is
reserved for the pastor and his housekeeper.

One day the pastor invited his new young assistant pastor to have dinner at the
rectory. While being served, the young pastor noticed how shapely and lovely the
housekeeper was and he wondered…

After the meal was over, the middle-aged pastor assured the young priest that
everything was purely professional and that she was the housekeeper and cook and
that was that.

About a week later the housekeeper came to the pastor and said, Father, ever
since the new assistant came for dinner, I have not been able to find the
beautiful silver gravy ladle. You dont suppose he took it, do you?

The pastor said, Well, I doubt it but Ill write him a letter. So he wrote,
Dear Father, Im not saying that you did take the gravy ladle and Im not
saying you did not take the gravy ladle. But the fact remains that it has been
missing since you were here for dinner.

The young assistant received the letter and he answered it as follows, Dear
Father Pastor, Im not saying that you do sleep with the housekeeper and Im not
saying that you do not sleep with the housekeeper. But I do know for sure that
if you slept in your own bed… you would have found the gravy ladle by now!