habituate

Arriving a frighteningly short time after finally supplying my mum with his hands' measurements, these arrived yesterday. Nicky fished hers out of the box in the wardrobe but the micropig has yet to be introduced to glubs. Most of the times he went outside last winter he was wrapped in a wrap, next to a warm body, with his hands constrained and hat kept in place by the wrapping-fabric. The longest he's allowed a hat to stay on since is only about ten minutes, though hopefully the winter-hats which fasten under the chin will fare better than sunhats.