Dry rot is a strange animal. Lived in a Notting Hill basement in the late sixties that had a stem like a tree stem growing out of the ceiling and into the wall, or vice versa, in the lavatory. A powdering of orange spore dust was sometimes everywhere. Mind you that was an odd house. There were some Neanderthals upstairs who kept a savage German Shepherd chained permanently on the roof. Dead pigeons and used condoms used to rain into the back yard.
In the last house I lived in, a rotten landing window sill had infected the brickwork below it. The bricks seemed to have regressed to their unbaked state - you could scoop the clay out of them with your fingers. I took out all the affected ones and repaired the bit of wall with new ones and inhibitor. All still fine 25 years later when we left.
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Is dry rot catching ? 
Is dry rot catching ? 