Over sarcastic?

Exhibit One.
       I can never understand hearing of all the "old people", of whom I can be numbered; dying of cold in winter.
       I heat the room I use; if I didn't I hope I have sense to dress for the temperature.  If, for whatever reason, I leave it for a long period I don a Fleece - OR - as in this case for a read and a kip; I wrap up. What we have here is me, in Alice's Slanket©, but under a total of four layers.
       I did this some years/Blips ago and took the Thermometer under with me and found it registered 24˚C (Or Kelvin if you prefer). 
       Vaguely reminiscent of the old adage "No su8ch thing as bad weather, just bad clothing.

"Or a Meringue?"