Our house has two temperature zones - the one immediately around Lady Redlight and everywhere else. The former appears to be considerably colder than the latter, hence the constant battle of her closing windows and turning up the heating and me doing the opposite. She will be huddled in a fleece and big slippers while I am in a t-shirt. I'm told it's a male-female thing.
Ours is the opposite. There's a high-temperature zone around Mrs B, which she feels compelled to cool down by opening windows & doors, sticking legs out from under quilts, etc. She will occasionally grumble that it's getting cold, but this is usually when she's wearing t-shirt & shorts & I'm shivering in a fleece & thermal underwear.
I doubt that it's a male-female thing.
Interestingly, I discovered last winter that we have the coldest house on our street. When it snowed, it melted on all the roofs (of twelve identical houses) other than our house. We had a nice thick blanket of snow. Which froze. And the fell off one night, taking all our gutters with it.
Not necessarily the coldest. Maybe you have the best insulation.
Half our street lost gutters in the winter before last.
Heating went on last night. Minimum temperature -3.2, just outside the house. Light ground frost this morning.
1870s terrace house, 9" solid brick. Attic bedroom (original) & dormer, so roof insulation limited.