In college I lived in a lot of old houses that were chopped up into apartments. The heating system was never quite right in these places. The worst one had the main radiator for the apartment in my bedroom and the thermostat in the livingroom. The first night there I woke up at one in the morning drenched in sweat and found all of my candles slumped over from the heat. I had to run some wiring from the livingroom into the bedroom and move the thermostat there. That was the only way to run the heat and close the bedroom door at the same time.