@bargepole perhaps you could help me understand my legal footing about the black mould I have in my house.
I have extractor fans in bathrooms and the windows open to improve ventilation, but no matter what I do, if I don’t clean, and keep the bathrooms regularly clean, the black mould rears it head.
On Reddit the most commonly cited “best” black mould spray treatment is HG Mould Spray, available in most supermarkets & decent hardware stores/builders merchants.
Apparently it doesn’t require much elbow grease, just spray on, leave 30 mins & rinse off, is reported to clear most black mould in one application.
It’s half term so I just assumed it’s the Gasroom equivalent of parents dropping in to primary school to talk about their job (I’m sure that was a thing. Or I dreamt it)
If the property is rented, it’s the responsibility of the landlord.
Your complaints should be put in writing, together with any responses received, and if the landlord doesn’t take action within a reasonable time, you should escalate the matter to your local Council.
They should then send someone to inspect the property, and if appropriate issue a schedule of required works to the landlord, with a deadline date for completion.
If the landlord still fails to comply, you can sue him for damages.
My little “joke”’ was to highlight that despite having and doing the “right things” in my home (I’m the mortgage holder) I still get mould build up if I don’t clean regularly.
I also get dust and dirt build up if I don’t hoover or mop the floors.
As a non-landlord - why is black mould a special case for being landlord responsibilities?
For example I have seen Examples of a landlord being moaned at about black mould by a Tennent who is supplied a washing machine and drier, and garden and washing line but still dries there clothes in the bedroom with the windows closed and he has to clear the black mould.
To be clear - I am sure there are some landlords that don’t do anything about black mould and I know it can be an irritant to lungs and breathing etc but it does seem to be one of those easy things to blame landlords for when Tennents, that imho should clean, could also help prevent.
It all depends on the reasons for the mould. If in a bathroom, and there is an extractor fan, it can reasonably be put down to expectation to keep cleaned by the tenants, on the basis that the landlord gas put something in place.
If mould is growing in bedrooms, due to structural faults, thats purely on the landlord etc.
Back in the 'fifties I grew tobacco in a large family greenhouse. Tried without success to roll the leaves into cigars. Had no access to a maiden’s thighs.
Far from it. It was the parental abode. A fine detached house set in a third of an acre of garden and, from the landing widow, overlooking a field full of safely grazing sheep. A turn of phrase inspired by that delightful piece of music composed by the late Johann Sebastian Bach.
We used to call Gower, the gardener, lightning because he was painstakingly slow but the rows for the various vegetables he grew were straight as a die. I vaguely recall that he wore a rather grubby three piece suit although on reflection that sounds unlikely and may be a figment of my imagination.
The galvanised iron bath was in the scullery of Mr and Mrs Philp’s corner shop where I was abandoned as a 17 year old in my last (autumn) term at Maidstone Grammar School after the rest of the family had moved to Tonbridge. Daughter Rosemary was only about 14 but quite a big girl for her age. I kind of fancied her but the age gap (and her age in itself) ruled out anything beyond wishful thinking.
Around the same time I remember hearing Bill Haley and his Comets playing Rock Around the Clock from the eponymous film which was showing in numerous cinemas and provoking riotous scenes as youngsters leapt around dancing in the aisles in imitation of the dancers on the silver screen.
Shirley Bassey was also starting to make a name for herself. Kiss Me Honey Honey Kiss Me was doing well in the Hit Parade and could often be heard on the wireless in a programme at 9am called Housewives Choice. I particularly used to enjoy hearing Tex Ritter singing "do not forsake me, oh my darling, on this our wedding day " from the Western, High Noon.
Memories, eh. They’re good to fall back on from time to time.
I may be getting confused but are you taking Mr Bach, Gower the Gardener, Rosemary Philp, Shirley Bassey, Bill Haley and his Comets or Tex Ritter to court?