A mouldy invasion of the five senses...

My mould problem has managed to make its presence known in all aspects of my being.

Sight: I can see it pretty much everywhere: covering my brand new shoes in a green layer 3mm thick, growing across my beloved photos on my wall (Kevin and I have almost disappeared and Michael Franti, AB, Dana and I are beginning to go), invading every piece of clothing that I own, creeping onto my yoga mat, making itself at home on my chair and walls.

Smell: Constant smell of dampness in my room, my bed, my clothes, my books.

Touch: Furry clothing, damp papers, slimy shoes, sticky photos.

Taste (yes, taste): So far the taste of the smell of mould has seeped into my tea bags, my chapattis that Anju makes for me in the morning, my mustard seeds and my curry leaves. It was so subtle that I was not able to smell the mould before I ingested it. I was shocked to find that my Lady Grey tea and chapattis tasted curiously like the smell of my sheets.

Sound: While the mould hasn’t actually started talking to me (yet), its persistence in its existence has been the cause of the sound of my reaction to it turning from “tut tut” to “grrrrrr” to “aaaaaggggggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!”

And, late at night, sometimes I swear I can hear it growing... creeping along the walls... over the ceiling... surrounding me...