Fuku noodles

and other delicious things.

These are some noodles that I found in our Chinese grocery.

I didn’t buy them so I can’t be sure how good Fuku tastes.

Sometimes it tastes really good, like when you eat the last biscuit or cross the road not at the cross lights or wear something with a rich leather fringe.

Mmmm, Fuku.

It also tasted really good in the climbing gym today. I love the climbing gym because it feels like a playground but for adults. I love that I’m allowed to climb the monkey bars and swing by my hands and land on soft mats. Everything is brightly coloured.

The thing I don’t love about the climbing gym is when some dude (it’s always a dude) stands behind me while I’m climbing and says loudly to his mate, indicating the route I’m climbing, “Oh yeah, I really like that one. It’s not very hard. It’s like the pensioner’s route! Ha ha ha ha ha. Ha.”

This always happens when I’m climbing. I don’t think it’s climbing-specific. I expect it happens in any arena (normal gym, cycling track, whatever) where men and women p…