You're welcome to crash in my 150 year old 2-foot thick stone wall house with fuck all insulation that's unbearably freezing year round.
It's one way or the other in this country. Sweaty new-builds with no air con, or ancient glorified caves that wouldn't heat up if they were on fire.
It does have those exact single paned sash windows mind you, which rattle with every passing car.
When the kids complained years ago about how cold it was in this house, I put blankets in the living room for us all to wrap up in. We've since upgraded to duvets. I'm currently on the sofa under a double duvet. It's 9pm and 22 degrees outdoors.