I've been meaning to blip Robert for some time. He was found, not under a gooseberry bush, but in some tangled undergrowth in the garden of a house I moved into in Forest Hill, London many moons ago. His ear was broken even then, but his head was still attached to his body. At some point it broke off and from time to time gets knocked into our pond, alongside which he sits, spring growth now surrounding him.
It's the end of Day 4. I'm tired but determined - one more day!