Wilting - Lighthearted (Sort of)

[NeverDropYourMooncup]

First of all, I am not snarking at nor am I mocking the threads where women who feel the cold are being utterly abused by bastarding husbands who stop them from having any heating when they're freezing their arses off and said bastards are snug in a pub watching the football.

But IT'S SO FUCKING HOT IN HERE I MIGHT PUKE OR DIE OR SOMETHING.

DP read something a few years back that anybody old, very young, ill or disabled should never let the temperature indoors get below 21 Celsius. Ah, he thinks, that includes poor Mooncup with her twatty immune system, she always suffers in the morning. That twatty immune system that creates inflammation. Inflammation. Something characterised by heat.

I've asked. He isn't cold. I'd ask the cats, but going by the way they're splodged out with their bellies in the air like it's mid August, I think they're probably quite warm themselves.

I am not horrendously bothered about the cost - I'd far rather not pay to be treated like a fragile little tropical butterfly in Kew, but I can technically afford the bills - I'm just MELTING HERE.

Seriously, how do I get it through to him that 'experts' may very well say that, but if I were cold, I would wear a pair of socks and possibly even a cardigan before turning the heating on?

I can handle it at work - I have to walk through a wall of tropical heat from two portable radiators in a ten foot square area (and two standard ones pumping out heat) to get to my office, as the two people out front feel the cold, but I can turn my radiator off, close the connecting door and run the aircon on the days I don't share the office - and I go outdoors when I feel the need for fresh air and daylight.

At home, though, where I'd like to be able to breathe, every time I turn the thermostat down, it gets turned up again. I turn it off, it's switched back on and if I do it last thing at night, it's changed and set to kick in around 4am. I go to bed with the window open so I can sleep, it's closed when I wake up gasping for fresh air. And this is a house that faces ESE, so it's in full sun from first Sparrowfart until afternoon.

If he's cold, he needs to fess up. Because at the moment, I'm either melting or fucking desiccating.

If he can't get his head around the idea that if I'm cold, I'll put the heating on and before that point, I'm NOT COLD and if I can't take the fucking batteries out of the thermostat wi-fi or put a cage over it so he can't switch it on when I'm asleep - what can I do short of camping on the patio?

Oh dear, you will just have to tell him, as eloquently as you have written here.

My internal thermostat went awol during the menopause so I turned from always being cold to being permanently roasting. Try flinging all the doors and windows open to get a good through draft when it gets unbearable.

Why do people come across as not thinking on these types of threads?

Tell the person you are married to: "I am too hot. I am going to turn the heating down so I don't feel as hot". That's not hard?

I agree that the constant threads about the DH not turning on the heating/putting PIN codes on were annoying.

You'd think it was that simple, wouldn't you?

I've turned it off. Repeatedly. And said why. I've been sat in front of the open bedroom window tonight where it's been pissing down, enjoying the lovely fresh air. He's come in, smiled and said 'that must be very refreshing' and gone downstairs to turn the heating on and thermostat up again! And if I go to sleep before him, he'll shut the window and probably tuck me I'm under about three blankets because I'm not wearing much in the way of nightclothes. No. BECAUSE I'M TOO HOT for more than a pair of cycle shorts and a crop top.

It's no use. I'll just have to move into the shed like a feral cat.