He has a radiant heater.
He starts calling it “heator”. In the style of “vacuum cleanor”, a pokemon satire.
He has had it since I know him. But I feel more and more substituted by it. He takes it in the bathroom and in the bed. When I still was the only one to get up in the morning, the moment I left the bed, his radiant heater had replaced me.
It feels like a competition. When I am not available his “heator” is.
I also have some safety issues, because once he forgot to turn it off. It has an emergency switching-off, if it is too hot or too steamy, but if something flammable may be too close it could catch fire.
Generally I am a big fan of having a warm bathroom. But at the moment(!) in our place it is really not cold or anything. Even in winter, it will not cool down too much. Differently when I was a child at home, where in winter we had around 9 to 11 grad Celsius (~50 grad Fahrenheit). There we used a heater in the bathroom, and is was such a nice luxury.
I try to tolerate it, but it is hard. I’m quite afraid of something starting to burn, I usually unplug all electronic components, not only switch them off. He tries to calm me down by also unplugging his stuff, but specially his “heator” he doesn’t.
And it is my rival!