Word of advice guys, do not move to New Zealand if you enjoy power.
Settle down and get ready for the story of a life time.
It all started on a cold winters night...
It hadn't rained all summer here, amazing weather, sexy girls, life was great. Then winter rolled around. Our hydrolakes were due for a big dump of water over winter to keep us all nice and warm at night.
But it never came.
Every morning, waking up to sunny blue skies, shorts and t shirts everywhere, and the constant reminders to save power.
So on this fateful winter night, a power cut happened. A car had hit a power poll somewhere up the road from where I stay. I figured all would be well within a few hours, like usual. But, alas, that was my first mistake.
The power companies seized there opportunity. Rather than fix it straight away and go back to telling us to save power, they left it.
The town was in an outrage, riots were about to break out, and I decided to head away from it all til it blew over. I went to our other house at the beach, where I could enjoy the sun, and warm water. And all of the other things I love so much about power.
I returned 4 days later to a town at peace. The riots never came, the power was back on, and we were all back to our lives.
Ah, fast times in New Zealand.
(Note: Some parts of this story may be dramatized for affect)