I always find the more prepared I am the less likely we are to have a power cut.
I'm quite happy to deny myself the dubious pleasure of leaping out of the chair when the lights go off, tripping over the barking dog, fumbling for the torch which I hope is still in the place it should be (on the top shelf of the bookcase) opening various cupboards and doors looking for gas lamps and candles and hoping there are some recharged batteries for the radio.
Then just as the last candle is lit, the dog has calmed down, DH has stopped shoving extra logs on the woodburner, the radio has spluttered into action and I've poured a large
the lights come back on! 