In the meadow we can build a snowman...

I was at the check out in Tesco, eyeing the tattooes on the Polish guy, feeling slightly embarrassed about the pre-Famine amount of potatoes I was buying  (big ones for baking, a bag for... well, everyday potatoes and little new potatoes) but I was thinking, well, no doubt the Poles can sympathise, and then I realised he was going to be looking at the snowman knickers I was buying, and suddenly the potato embarrassment didn't seem so bad.