Wishing ill will

I have worked really hard at our allotment. It isn't pretty and it is never going to win an award but it is loved , visited, appreciated and thought about. I have recently had to fight to keep it and, reluctantly, I agreed to give up half to keep the peace.

And then someone stole my apples.
My Braeburns.
I think they stole my gooseberries, redcurrants and blackcurrants too.
The only thing keeping me sane is that the apples weren't ripe - so perhaps the perpetrator has tummy ache.