My folks always have their house freezing cold and I am forever complaining about it when I visit. I think it’s a combination of my mother’s scandinavian blood, the fleece sports clothing they are always wearing and the fact that I live in a flat which is well insulated and never colder than 18 degrees.
So this Christmas when I visited, they had turned the heating up 4 degrees, left a hot water bottle in my bed, bought me a pair of cosy slippers and casually placed this cartoon on my side table. Bless.