The flat was always going to be damp; they’d come to terms with that. But water dripping from the ceiling and fur growing on the walls seemed like a problem for the landlord to fix. Caroline and Kyle had already raised the issue of mould in their flat four months ago, when it suddenly got worse.
I’ve seen pictures. There’s a fine black dusting along the skirting boards and where walls meet, and what might reasonably be called a crust in the hard-to-reach high corners. A bedside table is half-covered with a thick, fuzzy layer of grey, steadily inching towards the height of sleeping heads.
