Mould Poisoining
When we first moved into the flat, it was in an appalling state. It was visibly filthy—coated in dried sauce, grime, and general filth—clearly not cleaned in any capacity prior to our arrival. We naively assumed this would be the extent of the problems. We were wrong.
The front door was broken, making the property insecure and barely functional—it wouldn’t lock properly, leaving us exposed. Shortly after, we discovered visible mould in one of the rooms. What we initially believed to be surface-level turned out to be deep-rooted in the walls and flooring. Eventually, it became clear there was an ongoing leak on the exterior of the building affecting multiple flats. Residents above us revealed they were dealing with silverfish infestations that Pavilion was already aware of but had failed to address.
The mould situation rapidly deteriorated to a dangerous level. I unknowingly developed mould poisoning, suffering from intense facial burning for months before a doctor finally identified the cause. My partner developed a persistent, chesty cough. The mould-infested room became completely uninhabitable—we couldn’t sleep there, store items, or even enter without risking our health. Yet we continued paying full rent for both rooms.
We submitted multiple complaints to Pavilion. They eventually acknowledged the situation was so severe that we might be eligible for compensation. I had spent hundreds of pounds on medical creams and treatments, and our quality of life was seriously impacted. In the end, Pavilion reluctantly offered to waive just one month’s rent—an insulting gesture given the scale of the health risks, distress, and uninhabitable conditions.
Throughout the ordeal, Pavilion was dismissive, patronising, and in denial about the seriousness of the mould problem. Their lack of accountability and basic duty of care made the entire experience not only deeply frustrating, but dangerous. It was a nightmare from start to finish.
July 12, 2024
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