“I WILL be honest with you, I won’t survive another winter in here.”
When you see pictures of the mould climbing the walls of Campbell’s home in Angus, it isn’t hard to imagine why he is losing hope. The bathroom at a glance looks fire-damaged, it is only closer up that you see it is black mould, not soot.
“Those photographs are tame compared to what it gets,” Campbell – who had asked that his real name is not published – told the Sunday National.
