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After the recent scorching temperatures (during which my wife, as a pleasant change, never once vocalised her standard 'I'm cold' complaint), the temperature dipped below 20 for about five minutes earlier today. This of course had her panicking that the next ice age was upon us, and saw her rush to ensure both stoves in the house were packed to the brim with logs, and achieved a temperature that would melt lead. Having spent the evening repairing machinery in an airless barn sweating like a Glaswegian watching Crimewatch, I was anticipating a comfortable shower, and an evening in front of the TV. However, reality saw me bearing my overheated discomfort all evening with only minor complaints, despite my arse cheeks feeling as though someone had poured a bottle of Crisp n' Dry down my trousers, and having disconcertingly watched my tattoos gently slide from my skin. You can then perhaps imagine my chagrin when she then decided (5 minutes before our usual retiring hour) that she was 'too hot', and proceeded to open every bloody door in the house.

I'll give it fifteen minutes until I hear, 'I'm cold'

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I've the same model of Cruelty Officer at home.
On the couch with Pj's on,thermal socks & a "blanky" over her...I'm sitting there in shorts & t shirt,feeling hot.
This is all year round for her,never affects her when she's out horse riding or up the farm doing equestrian activities funnily enough 🙄
 
I call my wife the ‘lizard’!
Below 25c is freezing and the heating needs to be on.
Above 25c and it’s too hot so all of the windows need to be opened as wide as possible in order to lose all of the heat that has just accumulated since turning on the boiler.

Our heating system must be having a nervous breakdown in trying to satisfy the 1 degree threshold of comfort!!
 
I have the opposite, must be her age!
Wife sits in the warmest part of the lounge and tells me how hot it is. She consequently opens the patio door which I sit next to, then the front door, then moans every x2 minutes when all the internal doors start slamming. To add insult to injury, then she demands I reopen them as she's opened the others last time.

Meanwhile I'm sat in a warm gale.

Then she makes out I'm letting all the moths in despite it being her watching the tv.....

God help me.
 
A timekeeper at work would prefer you somehow gained entry into the building she worked in via Harry Potter style evaporating through walls etc.

I know this because if you dare open the door and it’s not hitting your heels as you dare enter you get an amazing tirade of abuse and how’s it’s freezing etc etc.

This and it’s 24degrees outside and 32inside
 
After the recent scorching temperatures (during which my wife, as a pleasant change, never once vocalised her standard 'I'm cold' complaint), the temperature dipped below 20 for about five minutes earlier today. This of course had her panicking that the next ice age was upon us, and saw her rush to ensure both stoves in the house were packed to the brim with logs, and achieved a temperature that would melt lead. Having spent the evening repairing machinery in an airless barn sweating like a Glaswegian watching Crimewatch, I was anticipating a comfortable shower, and an evening in front of the TV. However, reality saw me bearing my overheated discomfort all evening with only minor complaints, despite my arse cheeks feeling as though someone had poured a bottle of Crisp n' Dry down my trousers, and having disconcertingly watched my tattoos gently slide from my skin. You can then perhaps imagine my chagrin when she then decided (5 minutes before our usual retiring hour) that she was 'too hot', and proceeded to open every bloody door in the house.

I'll give it fifteen minutes until I hear, 'I'm cold'

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I just think you're very brave. Not that your wife will read it of course, but one or two Glaswegians might!
 
I regularly get sent out to go shopping for venison. Usually if I am getting a bit grumpy, myself and the hound are sent off for the evening. I generally return in a much happier state of mind.

Then slowly get grumpier over the next several days, till we are sent out again. Then return happy.
 
Is it just me, or do all of 'em not really understand heating controls? If it's a tad cold, in autumn or spring and a little bit of in-house heating would be no bad thing, there's only one way to do it. Crank the central heating up to rival a blast furnace. Half an hour later we're all melting so then it gets turned off. Until a little bit of......and so on.
 
Is it just me, or do all of 'em not really understand heating controls? If it's a tad cold, in autumn or spring and a little bit of in-house heating would be no bad thing, there's only one way to do it. Crank the central heating up to rival a blast furnace. Half an hour later we're all melting so then it gets turned off. Until a little bit of......and so on.
My late mother used to do this, no matter how many times I tried to explain it she thought that turning the thermostat up higher than needed mean't that it got there quicker!
 
"Ayesha" decided last week not to have the lecky blanket on for the first time. Fortunately it's only on her side of the bed and I sleep without cover this weather. She says she can't get into a cold bed and I am cautious enough not to argue with swmbo.
 
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