Before we had the central heating put in, I had complained often of how freezing cold our bedroom was. My DH responded by buying me a nightdress for Christmas. It was brushed cotton, full length, long sleeved and buttoned up to the neck It wasn't even a pretty fabric (well let's face it, 'pretty' would have been wasted on such a garment) - it was dark blue and white stripes. Not unlike old finished pillow ticking. Another year he bought me a canteen of cutlery.
I got my own back, though. I bought him a cast iron griddle pan after he'd admired one in a kitchen shop and said how good it would be for cooking steaks