The repairman has left.
He used plugs of some kind, not being a joiner or a DIY person I could not follow what he did
He did not have to touch the cables, the main thing, so I am still online
for now.
Idealy he would have put in a new doorframe somehow, but the presence of leaking water in the flats rules that out. In the ceiling of our corridor there is what I am told a wet rot. They occasionally come up in the bathroom where I pour a bottle of bleach on them.
See attached.
With my finances, there is no way I could ever get a mortgage so I am stuck here
I wonder if this explains my bleakness