Me meets the mould monster

Everything we own is in danger of being eaten by mould.

I love our house - mostly I love the power-shower and the gas hob in the kitchen. There's no storage space, it's a bit small, there's no garden. But then, it's mostly quiet, there's a green-grocers and a fantastic Halal butchers just round the corner, and it's a 10-minute walk to campus and 20 to the city centre. And we haven't moved in three years...!

But it is damp and mouldy. I did once have a very nice man who'd been called round to check out the mould problem explain that it was simply because the temperature outside was so much colder than the temp inside - case closed - that was just the way it was - how quaint... Thing is, I grew up in Canada where the temp outside was MUCH MUCH colder than the temp inside and, while Jack Frost drew lovely pictures every morning on every window, we never had condensation and black mould up and down the walls. I can understand it in a bathroom - as a student, I'm familiar with the mouldy bathroom issue. But everywhere?

So we keep the heat steady, we don't hang clothes to dry, we open the bathroom window after showering (all of which, by the way, on the advice of our letting agency who, despite being geared towards students, don't seem to have any understanding of the skyrocketing cost of electricity and gas) and still, without fail, every year this time, the mould returns like some freakish weather-based demon.

But when I find my pair of trusty black-stretch-boot-cut trousers covered in mould...what's am i to do?

Suggestions? Send 'em on.