Well, I fezzed up to Dad about the dinner, for which I think I may be forgiven. However, we still don't know what is wrong with the tele. Basically, it has terminally turned itself off. I was the last one to touch it. Oops.
Dad may be able to work his magic. Fingers crossed. Thats the last time I try and do jobs with the expected net result of me smug, Dad put in his place.
It might be time for plan B.