Just pondering about an incident a few weeks ago. In London for my birthday for a few days and we got the train to Euston and then the underground
However I could not get on the escalator with my suitcase. I just froze and had to move back to let others through. DH had just whizzed on and not noticed. A really nice lady then helped taking my bag for me. DH was waiting at the bottom, having finally noticed I wasn’t behind him.
I’ve always been a bit iffy about down escalators but this was sheer panic that I would fall or get stuck or something. DH took my bag the rest of the time and I was fine on my own.
I’ve never felt anything like it though, even when a car I was in flipped and rolled.
Just hoping it doesn’t get worse!