Sometimes it really is your own fault
Like the time I kept a few inches of Magnesium ribbon behind after we had cleared the chemistry experiments away, then tried to light it on the one-bar electric fire which was heating what passed for a computer room in that school. Probably good for me that I (assume I) had it touching the properly-grounded metal guard at the moment it also touched the glowing heating element and tripped the power to the whole wing, three classrooms, couple of offices, changing rooms. Yes, for some reason the lights also went off, I was only 14 or so and it was a long time ago so I've never worked out exactly what happened.
And sometimes it isn't. Some years ago we were sitting down to Christmas dinner. Mother-in-law was with us this year. In our house Christmas dinner is sometimes in the evening rather than at mid day, so by now it was dark outside. "Pop" and all the lights went out. Bleeping from the UPS in the computer cupboard. The children just carried on eating, conversation didn't even falter. One of them got up to fetch candles. Mother in law staring at me as if it was my fault. To be fair, I'd just done some major work on the electricals in the house, but a quick glance out of the window proved the whole village was off, and it stayed off for a good few hours until the electricity board managed to plug a generator in. Turns out a tree had brought down a large section of overhead power line.
Not at all an unusual occurrence where we are, hence the children's non-reaction. I think M-i-L blames me to this day though, or at least blames "us" for living in an area where power cuts are part of everyday life.
M.