We lived in a hot country and at night went to sleep with a sheet over us, a blanket folded at the end of the bed. Every night i was aware of OH getting up, gping to the loo and then pulling the blanket up to my now chilly shoulders and tucking it gently round me.
A couple of years later in a conversation with friends he denied this, I was the one who had done this, not him.. In the morning we were both covered.
Years later still, on another posting we met a couple who it transpired had lived in the same flat before us, her first words were Did you get tucked in at night?