Its not funny but it is.
During the 80's our family used to live in london, and one evening during a storm we were hit by a blackout. My father had just transferred to "The department of energy" so knew exactly what to do, instructing us kids to feel our way round the house, switcching off lights and appliances so "When the power came back on, it wouldn't blow the fuse."

The hours passed until it was impossible to see what time it was from the clock on the wall, my sister was in hysterics being afraid of the dark so no one was going to sleep either.

So, tired, bored and with a headache froma screaming sister I decided to amuse myself. I got my colouring book and pens and went to the only light source i could think of I hadn't checked. Opening the fridge door I was amazed by how bright that little bulb could be. settling down on the floor and colouring in my book until my father came in to find me. He didn't even get a whole word out of his mouth before the swearing started and he didn't even pause for breath for about 5 minutes.
Turns out the blackout only lasted a few minutes, but with nothing switched on we couldn't tell.

My dad moved jobs shortly after and went to the department of transport where he signed the form to allow the application of the newbury bypass.
(kentmoron, Sat 25 Jul 2009, 10:53, 2 replies)

That is genius.
I now have a lot of time for your dad.
( john3ners has relocated to the Highlands, Sat 25 Jul 2009, 22:21, closed)

There isn't enough clicking in the world
This happened to us once. My dad, deprived of cold beer on a warm September evening, threw a wobbler when I tripped over his feet in the gloom. He sent me to bed where I read quietly with my desklamp on.

Unsurprisingly, he had another wobbler when he realised the power had been back on for ages. Your story was better though...
(berk, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 10:57, closed)