The Wrong Garlic

After consulting Edinburgh allotment garlic guru EcoDad, I thought I would get in early and order up some Early Purple Wight. I was thrilled when the padded envelope arrived this morning containing two stout heads of garlic. But...wait a minute, oh no, they're the wrong variety; they're Chesnok Wight whatever that is (hardnecked, originating in the Ukraine, apparently). Oh. I take a good look at the catalogue and now realise that I must entered the code number of the garlic immediately above the one I wanted. What a numpty!

Bloodied, but unbowed, I shall re-order. Maybe I'll manage to get the correct variety this time around and maybe next year I'll try the gloriously heretical Cathar garlic. ;-)