It's bad when the power goes off in the kitchen. It's good when you can turn to your tall son for help.
I go: Oh, no, the washing machine has tripped all the switches
He goes: You can't reach the fuse box, can you Mum?
I adopt a suitably helpless expression and go: Could you please have a look in the fuse box for me?
And he punches the air in macho delight. Sorted. Apart from the washing machine. And so, instead of doing the laundry, we made a batch of coconut ice