I'm working from home today. It's nearly 10am, so the heating has been off for a while now. Downstairs, DH is working on the laptop, sitting on the couch in a t-shirt and shorts. For him, it's pleasantly warm. Meanwhile, I'm upstairs in the study, wearing jeans, a long-sleeved t-shirt, a jumper, knee-length ugg boots and fingerless mitts, draped in a wrap, with a blanket over my lap and a hat on my head. I'm freezing but I categorically refuse to put the heating back on.
Story of our lives, really: he runs hot; I'm almost always cold.