Updated on November 27, 2025
A day in the life of Burglar Bill
Imagine you are Burglar Bill and you are keeping a digital diary. Write a comment below the post describing one day in his life — the events, his thoughts and his feelings.
Find 1-2 pictures to add to the digital diary, or even record your voice to bring your diary to life! You can save your pictures or audio files on a USB stick.
| Step 1
Think and discuss! |
When does he get home? What does he carry in his bag? What does Burglar Bill do in the morning? What does he eat? What does he do with the things he took? Does he meet anyone during the day? What is the weather like, and does it affect what he does? Does anything surprising happen to him today? What problem does he face, and how does he solve it? What does he think or worry about? What does he hope for? What does he plan to do that night? |
| Step 2
Make a graphic organiser!
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Places, Actions, Feelings, Objects from the book |
| Step 3
Use sentence starters, word banks, and dictionaries for support! |
I walk back home early in the morning and… I feel tired because… I look at the things I bring home and… I sometimes feel… I feel happy when… I walk around the house and I see… I check my bag and I find… walk home, sneak / creep, make tea, eat breakfast, look around, check my bag, carry things, open a tin, sit down, fall asleep, yawn, think / wonder, feel tired in the morning, in my house, with my bag, in the kitchen, on my chair, because I am tired, with toast and beans, with my black teapot tired, hungry, proud, curious, worried, surprised, lonely, guilty, happy |
Here is an example!
Hello, diary!
It's just after sunrise and I am going home! My bag is heavy tonight, and I feel proud of my “collections,” but also a bit nervous. I hope nobody sees me!
When I get home, I switch on my black teapot because I really want a cup of tea. While the tea is boiling, I make my breakfast: a slice of toast, some marmalade, and a bit of date-and-walnut cake.
After breakfast, I look around my house. Everything is quiet. I feel a little lonely, but at the same time I feel safe in my small home. I think about the people I "borrowed" things from tonight. Maybe they are waking up now and wondering where their things went. I feel a bit guilty, to be honest.
Now I can’t stay awake any longer. I sit in my favourite chair with my cup of tea. My eyes close, and I fall asleep. Another day — or night — of being Burglar Bill begins and ends just like that.
Goodnight… or maybe good morning!
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My dear diary, today I woke up and when I went to eat the toast with jam I saw that the jam was finished. Then I went to brush my teeth and my toothbrush was in the white and black hairs my cat had left on it. Then I understood that my strike had to end. I’ll go to work tonight, get what I need, I’ll tell you tomorrow what I get.
Fantastic piece of writing, Angelina. Do you really mean that BB was on strike? That he has stopped working to protest for some reason? And if yes, what is the reason?
My dear diary, today I woke up and when I went to eat the toast with jam I saw that the jam was finished. Then I went to brush my teeth and my toothbrush was in the white and black hairs my cat had left on it. Then I understood that my break from work had to end. I’ll go to work tonight, get what I need, I’ll tell you tomorrow what I get.
My dear diary, I woke up and when I went to have my breakfast, I wanted a cup of tea. I am going to steal some. After breakfast and stealing some tea, I went to brush my teeth. Then I went to work .
Good job describing Burglar Bill’s morning! Try adding more details about his feelings or thoughts.
We read in the book that Burglar Bill has breakfast and then goes upstairs to sleep in his stolen bed. He has supper before going to work. So, you may want to fix this.
My dear diary.
When I woke up today it was already dark outside.I had to get ready for work. I brushed my teeth and went to the kitchen to have supper. I had fish and chips and a cup of stolen coffee.Then I grabbed my sack and went off to work.
A day as usual for BB! Nice writing, Jim!