DD and I have been feeling the cold so DH was instructed requested to turn on the central heating. "Put another sweater on'' was the response. God the man is so predictable, George Clooney couldn't get away with that. DD and I each give him the deathstare (intensity 6 for 10 seconds, it's enough) so he sullenly good-naturedly turns it on.
And then thinks we won't notice him turning off the radiators. I should hit him with a champagne bottle but honestly he can't spare the brain cells.