Jakemann Racing

Mr. Mwangangi, towering above the iron gate at my Doonholm residence, woke me up before the chicks were let out of the pen. He had come to collect his lorry full of products made at my workshop for his countryside hotel. The deal was good and we had donated a good chunk of the proceeds towards charity, including support for my friend’s wedding. The wedding was scheduled for that very Saturday and I was coordinating the whole event. The bride arrived at midday and the ceremony went on without a hitch. Later in the evening, I proceeded to the workshop to clear a pending project. The following day was spent at home with my son crawling and cooing in the house and later we joined my in-laws for a family joint-dinner.