fall in and wallow in it

This morning there was a car accident on the main road between our village and my inlaws' village. The road was closed (thankfully it turned out the accident was quite minor) so we had to take a detour which added some time. And because there were many people taking the detour we ran across other cars on these back roads. At one point we were driving forward and this car (which had been near a lay-by) decided to press forward making us drive backwards... right into a ditch. So we were a trifle stuck and it was raining and foggy and Mr. Jenner felt embarrassed. THANKFULLY there was a man with a jeep and all the things to pull a car out of a ditch. And he easily found the hook on the front of our car and he pulled us right out of the ditch. I was deeply impressed. As we finally got ourselves sorted and on the road to Sunday Lunch, Mr. Jenner turned on the radio and the very end of Louis Armstrong's "Wonderful World" came on and we proceeded to crack up. "yeah... Wonderful" as it was pouring out. We joked, "if it weren't for the fact that the kids were in the car, we could take this embarrassing moment to the grave." "Yeah, we can't do that, the gestapo in the back won't allow it."
As soon as Senor Onion came into Nana's house he said, "we got stuck in a ditch." See. No wonderful children make such great informants. I think Mr. Jenner felt better because my sister in law mentioned once getting stuck in a ditch with her bus. And she was quickly pulled out. Everyone gets stuck at some point because the ditches are so deep here, and it becomes pretty muddy. I pointed out that you are always bound to run across a farmer to pull you out, or just set out to the nearest farm.

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Earlier this week, we casually checked out a house that is for sale. Just to see what is out there. (not much in case you were wondering.) It is an okay house and technically it would have enough room, and it is for a very good price and it is close to the school... but... but, it just doesn't floor me. I feel like a real asshole. It's all right. I dunno. It's very early days, we have a number of months left on our lease with this house, but I want a house with some character. The house we looked at is just a bungalow. I explained to my Mother that the house is like a dull man with a good paying job and a lack of a shady background and looks perfectly nice on paper but lacks a personality. And one shouldn't just buy a house because it is there and available. I don't want to be Charlotte Lucas with my house buying. I know that some things can be fixed/changed. I feel like the ceilings are too low in that house. The sitting room in that house felt too dark and made me feel claustrophobic. This is a house we would hopefully stay in for a good long while, so I should want to live in it. Or maybe I should get over myself.