Better from behind

Walking down the road with George I heard a car slowing down behind me, ready to go over the speed bump. As it passed me, the driver, whose window was open, gave me a long appraising look.

I felt sorry for him: I probably look younger from the back. I bet he wasn't expecting so many wrinkles.

He may be old but while there are stones to be rescued, George will do it.

Also, do you remember the disagreement Husband and I had about pond protection? Well, we've compromised.

Net at the top and the metal bit (minus wooden edges) at the bottom. No, it doesn't make sense to me either.