1. It was many, many hours
2. A big droplet of pure bleach fell in my eye
3. I didn't have a ladder. Up on stool, down off stool. Repeat endlessly.
4. I'm so unfit that my arm 'muscles' are still screaming in agony
5. The bedroom still smells like bleach.
Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)
Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)
2 comments:
Ben, I can think of something even worse to add to your misery. It was all for nought - all you've done is, well, bleach the mould, not kill it. Living in one of the mould capitals of the country I can confirm that it will just come back.
The thing to use is Oil of Cloves. You get it in a very small bottle from the pharmacy and it seems ridiculously expensive. But you put a few drops in a squeeze bottle filled with water and spray your walls, wipe off, respray and leave to dry. Smells (strongly I add) a lot nicer than bleach too.
Thanks- if it comes back again I'll give that a go
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