Chaps, remember a couple of months ago, all the way back in gloomy January 2015, when I publicly broke down into a hysterical heap of oestrogen and wrote an emotional blog post about my personal battle with old age, and specifically how my symptoms were aggressively starting to surface? The tell-tale signs being the sudden and excessive growth of nostril hairs, which I’m regularly having to ‘maintain’, and a mortifying habit of listening to that absurd talk-show radio station LBC, which accumulates an audience with the average age of fossilised dinosaur shit (no offence if you’re an avid listener)?
God damn, that was a bleak winter.
I should add that somewhere buried with in the post, among my panic and disarray, exists useful information on tenants suing their landlords for disrepair (so it wasn’t just a dramatic ‘Dear Diary’ moment), which stemmed from ‘The Legal Hour’, a feature on LBC, hosted by Clive Bull and co-hosted by LBC’s resident Barrister Daniel Barnett, every Wednesday night. It’s a delicate slot where listeners’ can call in for free legal advice.
I know! What kind of person would tune into that on a Wednesday night, right? I agree. I’m pathetic. But besides from the numbing reality of my dreary life, Daniel offered some sensible advice on the matter, for both landlords and tenants, and that’s why I felt compelled to share the sound-byte.
You remember, right?
Well, tragically, my nostril hairs are still swinging by my ankles (when I allow them to grow out a little) and the default station tuned into my car is still LBC. Those are Demons I’ve yet to conquer, so in the mean time, my nostril hairs are firmly being tucked into my socks along with my humongous pecker, and I’m still frequently catching glimpses of ‘the legal hour’. Perhaps I should just embrace what I have become.
Tenant complains about mould
So there I was again, driving home on a Wednesday night, tuned in with reluctant interest…
A disgruntled tenant stepped up and made the call into LBC’s headquarters, seeking Daniel’s pearls of wisdom. She complained that her, I quote, “completely useless landlord” was responsible for a nasty little mould outbreak, but she was unfairly being held responsible for the chaos.
The general gist of the story is that the tenant was given notice by her landlord. Then, from what I understood, the tenant notified the letting agent managing the property, of a mould infestation that’s sucking the life out of the living room. The agent informed the tenant that she needs to “make good of the decor” before she vacates because the growth is her fault, because she failed to heat the property adequately (how the agent knew that remains a mystery). The tenant stepped forward with her defence by insisting she purchased extra heaters for the property.
So the million dollar question, who’s the asshole responsible for the mess, the landlord or the tenant?
Under these extremely common circumstances, both parties usually wag their crusty erections at one another, pointing blame, calling one another every name under the sun. So if you’re in that unfortunate situation, perhaps I can offer some clarity by relaying the advice given.
Listen to the Barrister explain who is responsible…
If you’re currently at work, notify your dead-beat boss that you’re taking a well-deserved 5 minute time-out so you can listen to the following sound-byte. If you’re fortunate enough to be in the hot seat, perhaps you should huddle your employees together and make a communal fuss over it (yes, even if they couldn’t give a shit and if your company has nothing to do with letting).
Once again, Daniel unloaded some good insight…
(This was aired on the 11th of February 2015)
The key takeaways
For those of you who who couldn’t listen, for whatever inexcusable reason that I’ll never accept, here’s the breakdown of what was said…
Tricky to blame the landlord
The issue of mould is generally a tricky situation because normally landlords are legally responsible for everything to do with the basic build of the house, including the walls, but the responsibility for damp and mould is slightly different.
- When landlords are responsible for mould
Landlords are generally responsible for damp if it’s caused by leaky pipes, structural defects or a damp proof course going wrong.
When tenants are responsible for mould
The tenant is responsible if it’s caused by condensation because of lack of ventilation, like not opening windows or inadequate heating.
- Difficult to prove
This is the key point.
It’s always going to be very, very difficult to prove whether the mould was caused by inadequate heating or something else without getting an official assessment from a damp expert.
On a sidenote, what an odd profession, a “damp expert” – I wonder who you have to sleep with to be a qualified one of those. I’ll do it. My C.V is so lifeless.
- The deposit
If it’s not obvious that the mould was caused by a leak or structural damage, then it’s most likely that the reason is due to the temperate not being adequately controlled by the tenant, consequently the cost of redecorating can be deducted from the tenant’s deposit.
- Up to the tenant to prove innocence
Rightly or wrongly so, it’s up to the tenant to prove the cause of the mould, because on the face of it, if there isn’t an obvious leak or any another obvious cause, the most likely explanation is lack of ventilation. That’s the most common cause for mould.
If the tenant obtains a written report from a damp expert, stating that the problem isn’t caused by heating or ventilation and it’s actually because of a structural defect, then the landlord will most likely be held responsible.
Disputes and the tenancy deposit scheme
If the tenant disputes the claim and wants to refuse the landlord from using the deposit to resolve the mould issue, the tenant can notify the tenancy deposit scheme in which the deposit is being held. The case will then be assessed by an internal arbitration scheme. But the problem with that is, the absence of evidence will suggest that the most likely cause is ventilation or heating.
Makes perfect sense to me, and it’s the way I’ve always believed the situation to be.
I’m no stranger to mould!
I suppose I should indulge a little and make this post partially about myself, otherwise it’s just rubbish.
The reason this particular subject perked my interest was because I’ve dealt with filthy tenants and mould back in 2013, which some of you may remember, so it’s an issue near and dear to my cold, bloody heart. But also, I know how controversial and grey the issue can be, so any enlightenment from someone qualified is always valuable.
But unlike the average mould related story, my dippy asshole tenants, husband and wife duo, took stupidity to the next level. They thought it would be an ingenious idea to paint over a series of mould infestations in an attempt to mask and presumably cure the problem before they vacated. Clearly not the brightest idea, not to mention extremely dangerous. In fact, it’s probably the worst idea created by mankind. Ever.
To cut a long and painful story short’ish (I’ll inevitably ramble on), my tenants fell into arrears so I shoved a shiny eviction notice down their gonorrhea-infected throats. Like most bitter and delusional tenants that are incapable of accepting responsibility for their own actions, they instinctively took warmly to playing the role of the victims and acted like I was the bad guy.
The mean landlord was kicking them out for falling into arrears. How dare he?
There were a few unpleasant exchanges, but they eventually vacated the property. Extremely reluctantly, of course. So the next natural step was to inspect the property– something I wasn’t looking forward to given the circumstances. I scoured the property top-to-bottom, with my U.V head-lamp and magnifying glass, just in case they spunked all over the walls in a volatile act of revenge. Perhaps a ploy a little too creative and colourful for their limited capabilities, but I wasn’t going to take any chances. They may have received outside help from a sharper mind, like a lump of dirt from the back garden.
Fortunately, the vicinity was a spunk-free zone, but it was devastatingly substituted by copious amounts of mould, which was smeared all over the bedroom and bathroom walls, unconvincingly hidden under a fresh coat of paint they had applied. On a sidenote, “amateur” sums up their efforts at best.
After stripping away the new layer of paint, this is what I was left with…
Hideous, right? They blissfully stewed away in that confinement like a couple of diseased sewer rats.
I have a couple of cute chickens roaming around in my garden, but their downfall is how unbelievably filthy they are. They literally crap their pants all day long, in every possible variation; liquefied, solid, and often somewhere in the middle. They’ll also crap anywhere, they don’t care, literally everywhere, even on themselves, and they’ll happily stroll around with crusty, one-week-old faeces strapped onto their feet/legs. It’s repulsive.
What’s my point? Well, I don’t really have a good one, but they remind me of my tenants.
In my haste and under utter disgust, I immediately contacted my tenant…
There’s mould all over the walls, what happened? Why didn’t you tell me?
I tried contacting you about the mould problem many times. I have been sick because of the mould and so has my family. My solicitor will be in touch with you.
While the response wasn’t entirely surprising – because after all, I was dealing with a pair of fools that could be mentally challenged by a dry roasted peanut- I was still momentarily disabled by his continuous wrath of stupidity and audacity. Nothing phased him, he kept going like the Terminator.
Firstly, he didn’t try to contact me about the mould issue, not once. I would have addressed the issue immediately because I realise how dangerous mould can be, and also how expensive infestations can quickly become if they aren’t dealt with quickly. It would have been in my best interest to squash the issue ASAP. Secondly, he didn’t have a pot to piss in; he had debts coming out of his eyeballs; he didn’t even have the funds to call a Solicitor, let alone appoint one to fight a fictitious case with fictitious evidence to support his fictitious claim(s). Lying tossor.
Sadly, my tenants were adamant it was my fault. But either way, despite who’s at fault, wouldn’t any normal being try to remove the mould as soon as it was visible, as opposed to allowing it to spread so aggressively? Granted, I’m not qualified to diagnose anyone with being clinically retarded, but they are genuinely twisted folk. I said it.
I’ve had the property for 7’ish years; I’ve had two tenants in the property before them and one since, and there have been NO signs or complaints of mould. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to unravel what was going on there.
From my limited experience, most mould related issues in rental properties are caused by living habits/lifestyle, and not through structural defects, just like the Barrister said. Of course, I’m not saying landlords are never to blame, they are. However, it’s a sad fact of life that many people don’t realise how important ventilating is, especially in kitchens and bathrooms where moisture is commonly flourishing. In my particular case, I’m pretty certain my tenants dried their shitty wet clothes on the radiators and didn’t bother opening any windows. Needless to say, that’s a dangerous cocktail to ensure buckets of healthy and active mould-sex.
I never did hear from their solicitor. Unsolved mystery. Right.
Anyways, I don’t want to further distract from the useful information Daniel provided with my woes.
If you’re experiencing mould growth it might be worth going back in time and reading over my mould related nightmares if you want more information on how to prevent/remove mould. I think it’s important to note how critical it is for landlords to take precautions to prevent mould (e.g. install extractors, use anti-mould paint etc) and not simply rely on tenants to utilise common sense (that’s a recipe for disaster). I learnt that the hard way.
Anyone got any hideous mouldy stories to share with me? If so, grab the mic and let’s do this like it’s 1999…