Ay ay ay… It feels like we have been living in a nightmare over the past few days. AND WE CAN’T WAKE UP!! Oy. My head hurts, Marty is snuffling away like his lungs are full of ricotta, and every new twist and turn just makes me feel sick to my stomach. I am so tired of this crap!!
I have learned more about mould since Tuesday than I ever wanted to know about mould. Spores! Indoor vs. outdoor concentrations! Sample cassettes! I am just about ready to defend my doctorate dissertation in mould, I tell you. But did you know that there are no real standards in Greater Victoria when it comes to acceptable levels of mould in a residence? (Seriously?) And that even if a scad of mould was discovered in our rental unit, our landlord could then defend himself by saying ‘Well, if it was so bad, why did you rent it in the first place? You still owe me rent.’ GAH!!! Most of the disclosure/testing regulations deal specifically with home owners, and renters like poor Marty and I are left in the (mouldy, toxic) dust. Sigh.
I have talked to all sorts of interesting people, from the Public Health and Safety Department in Coquitlam, to the Fire Prevention Unit in Surrey, to the District of Metchosin, to the Residential Tenancy Office, to the Westshore RCMP, to the good folks at private mould testing agencies. All very nice people, I assure you. All very concerned about our health and well-being. But none of them able to give us any clear direction when it comes to what to do, except run. ‘Cut your losses and move far, far away’ is basically the advice we have been given (except from the residential tenancy office people, who say that we signed a lease, period. Mould means nothing to those people.) We want to get out as soon as possible, obviously, but there’s still a teensy part of us that wants JUSTICE TO BE SERVED.
Anyway. We have looked at (and been approved for!) a new place in Fernwood. But we can’t sign a new lease until we have broken our old one, natch. The ball is in the landlord’s court, and hopefully he just decides we’re a pain in the ass and lets us go. Let’s all cross our fingers, OK?