A Trying Time For Bill The Housesitter

I need to get on the front foot with this one as within the space of a few days:

1. A four-month housesit starting at Easter, booked since last June, was cancelled by the homeowners as their daughter is returning from Europe – they were just a little slow to share that information with me.

15 days’ notice. Ok.

2. Following on from two horrific weeks in Surry Hills in the worst housesit of my experience, one that required police visits and really should involve an ‘apartment condemned’ declaration, and culminated in my spending five awful hours in the Westmead Emergency Department on the last day of the housesit, a friend of the housesit ‘host’ threatened this week to get a group of hackers to destroy my online presence.

She was a bit careless, I happened to be in the right place at the right time, and after my reports to a couple of authorities, I’m hoping she’s in more trouble than Speed Gordon.

All that signs, symbols and colours stuff I bang on about comes in handy.

She shouldn’t have been wearing a company t-shirt.

But I’ve taken my Facebook page down as a pre-caution and it remains down until further notice.

3. The cherry on top of these sorry episodes was that my housesitting provider showed their true colours as not being the most professional player on the park.

People, if you’re in business and you don’t offer a phone number as a point of contact, you’re not worth my dealing with.

If your preferred method of contact is Facebook Messenger, I will ask you this:

Are you 13 years old?

I was dragging my heels on amassing a mountain of documentation, photos, videos, etc. plus my discussions with Police Hotline, LAC Surry Hills Police, Family and Community Services, the housing commission*, NSW Finance, RSPCA NSW, Animal Welfare League, Petbarn, and probably others.

So on the Ides of March – Thursday 15 March 2018, they summarily cancelled my membership.

More fool me for not checking this guy out far more closely and for not realising it was a housing commission flat. Call me naive.

I won’t housesit in a housing commission flat. I want to, because frankly there are solid, reliable, honest, friendly, gregarious people as neighbours, but the compliance and insurance issues preclude it.

The NSW Police who attended at Surry Hills told me that the particular area is infamous for noise complaints, crime, vandalism, alcohol and drug abuse, and other social niceties. Great.

Sadly, the housesitting providers I have dealt with in the last four years have an institutional bias to home owners, or in this case, the subsidised rent-sometimes-paying client of FaCS.

For my sins, I now have deep vein thrombosis, elevated levels of hypertension, hypotension (that was very scary – nearly killed me twice), and those on their own WERE playing merry hell with a couple of very otherwise manageable conditions. I cut down the salt, and two weeks later, I’m out dancing on nights off and doing somersaults on the back lawn with the dog, cat and rabbit.

It’s been emotional. It’s been instructive. It’s been charactet-building.

Juggling all of this has been atv times horrendous, because I also have a life to lead which is very full right now.

I’m trying to kickstart a new business phase that includes tonnes of work from home, but I’m forever putting out fires elsewhere.

8.45pm on St Patrick’s Day and I am ready for bed and to sleep for a week. 😪

Luckily, my current housesit is absolutely fabulous.

But between sorting out Chummy in Surry Hills with his maverick hacker friend, and the usual fiery hoops I have to somersault through financially until my inheritance comes through – 18mths now it’s been, and it was all supposed to be squared away at end 2016 when I was green-lit for $15K in business funding.

So, if you’re with this housesitting provider, you may get some form of notice from them about my being a naughty, naughty boy. I haven’t, I’ve just prioritised staying alive in preference to filling out a 36 page report with video attachments and the 72 8×10 glossy foto’s***.

I’m been disheartened and frustrated, but it just means I paddle harder to get past the obstacle.

Pick the knots out of those metaphors!

Right now I’m… well, see the video below from one of my favourite artists. Touring right now in Australia.


If you have questions, please contact me.

I really appreciate the lovely support I’ve had from past clients who value my services, and don’t buy the nonsense this provider (and another from last year) have put me through – just because they want to believe the best about the homeowners at the expense of their housesitters WHO PAY FOR THEIR MEMBERSHIPS.

I don’t get upset any more. I just go off and find more suitable options. I’m getting heaps. Forza Blue Mountains!

And I take appropriate action to protect my name and reputation. And the worse I cop it, the harder I push back. 😠

Thanks for your time.




[Video] Bill The Housesitter’s 2017 Clients – From A to Y


This is just about a comprehensive collection of all the pets I looked after in 2017 as Bill The Housesitter.

With the exception of a few fish and hamsters. And several chooks.

It literally is a collection from A to Y.

As I was compiling these photos, I realised I’d inadvertently put them in alphabetical location order: from Algester (Qld) to Yeppoon (Qld)!

In housesitting years gone by, I could have told you at any tick of the clock how many housesits I was up to for that year at that point in time.

But 2017 was such an absolute mess, I totally lost track along the way.

Just now, I’ve used a very scientific method (i.e. counting on fingers as this video ran through its paces) to come up with the definitive count for the year: twenty three (23).

From Machan’s Beach (Cairns) in the north to Baulkham Hills (Sydney) in the south.

(2017 housesit locations. Not pictured: Baulkham Hills (Sydney), New South Wales.)

So, with a little favourite music in the background, and arrayed in alphabetical order, here are my feathery, furry, and finned clients of 2017:

Here’s to 2018 and all who sail in her!

Bill Quinn
Bill The Housesitter

Sydney, New South Wales


[Reference] Scarborough, Queensland – One Very Small Jack Russell With a Very Big Character


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Scarborough was yet another one of my short housesits, however, at eight nights it was starting to hit median length for my 2017 records.

I was already in wind-down mode in Queensland, with this being my penultimate housesit, divided by a week in my old faithful haunt, the Brisbane City YHA.

The small unit at Scarborough was ideally suited for a quiet, relaxing week before heading back into the city, perched pretty much at the absolute tip of the Redcliffe peninsula. From the front gate, there was a road, some parkland, and the bay. Pretty hard to take.


Misty the Jack Russell was in that mama bear range of being not too young, not too old. She liked to be around me, but was perfectly happy to keep her own company as well. Though come sundown, the back door was locked because, left to her own devices, she’d be out there chasing down anything that went bump, rustle or squeak in the night.

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[Reference] East Ipswich, Queensland – Two energetic Kelpie crosses


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I was a little wary of returning to the Ipswich area after two previous housesits in the region had proven to be… challenging! To put it diplomatically. But, to quote a mantra from my old HR days, there are no such things as problems, only opportunities. Allegedly!

I shouldn’t have worried. This one was an absolute delight.

After seeing my ad on Gumtree, Emily had contacted me earlier in the year, about the time I was in the north of Brisbane and about to head way, way up north of the state. We met on my return in July, and locked in this two and a half week sit spanning October and November.

EastIpswich1I had no other obligations or responsibilities during that time, other than to see the end of the baseball World Series on their fabulous cable sports TV (yay!), reunite with a local social group and attend a few trivia nights, and of course spend a lot of quality time with my two furry clients: Sandy and Piper the Kelpie crosses.

Being Kelpies, they were both of course incredibly intelligent and savvy. Sandy in particular had that amazing quality some dogs have: she honestly knew sometimes what I was about to do before I did it, and would move herself into place accordingly.

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[Reference] Berrinba (near Brisbane), Queensland (One very autonomous but friendly Manx cat)


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Following a trend for taking housesits in relatively far-flung parts of Brisbane, I spent two weeks in the deep south in a suburb called Berrinba with Cinnamon the Manx cat.

To be honest, I hesitated when it came up on my pick list. Just across the freeway from Berrinba are the localities of Woodridge and Logan, which have a reputation for being a bit dicey. If you’re familiar with the work of Jim Croce, and in particular his ballad of Bad, Bad Leroy Brown, then imagine his depiction of the south side of Chicago!

But I suspended disbelief, let my fingers do the walking to Google Maps Street View, and found the pictures of its streets uncluttered by pictures of knife-wielding gangs or cars on fire, and within a few days I was meeting with Annette and Bob.

Berrinba1Cinnamon definitely had the run of the joint, especially since as a 23.5 hours a day inside cat, she was absolutely queen of her domain. Her first couple of days were spent in master’s bedroom, but by and by she started spending more time with me on my sole pursuit for much of the two weeks: the league championship series and start of the World Series of baseball on their glorious Fox Sports cable TV.

For the other half an hour a day, Cinnamon got to have time in the exercise yard (read: small patio and grassed backyard), though we had to skip a couple of days as we were on the receiving end of a mighty amount of precipitation for the duration.

That aside, I spent a couple of days a week with a public relations mob in Logan, but Cinnamon was amply able to keep herself occupied on those days, as that’s what she’s used to her with her pack leaders. Continue reading

[Reference] Mount Ommaney, Queensland – One very assertive middle-aged Maltese Shih-Tzu


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Mount Ommaney was yet another of those handy little Tetris pieces of a housesit that slotted fairly neatly into a gap in my housesitting schedule for the fractured mess that is my 2017.

Well, 2017’s not so much a fractured mess, but more like how a favoured author of mine describes the geography and topography of Norway: a landscape that resembles a dropped plate.

So, if memory serves, this opportunity in Mount Ommaney came courtesy of my association with a new housesitting website, and after I applied, it came extremely quickly.

Having gone on numerous cruises previously, my clients were breaking with tradition and jetting off to a region of Bali somewhat removed from the touristy hubbub of Kuta and Legian beaches. Continue reading

[Reference] Algester, Queensland – Two cats with very different personalities


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Algester is one of countless suburbs I’ve discovered over many years of housesitting whose existence I may have ordinarily remained blissfully ignorant of.

It was a first on a couple of fronts, including the first time I’ve housesat in a ‘gated community’. That sounded very posh and elite at first blush, but you could easily forget that it was any different to your run of the mill townhouse complex.

Algester1My two moggie mates had very different personalities – the female grey and white was initially very affectionate and approachable, but from Day One she opted to make herself very scarce and only turned up for meals and in the evenings for curfew. The marmalade man was the polar opposite – an absolute character of a cat, and always very entertaining and diverting company. I nearly fell off the couch the night I looked over and solved the question of, ‘How many cats does it take to change a light bulb?’ I have no idea what he was up to, and I suspect neither did he!

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