New Podcast

I have neglected this blog in recent years and recently moved on to other technologies so the purpose of this post is just to test how well blogger can cope with embedded podcasts (or whether I can make them work). The name of the podcast is After Church Coffee. Hopefully you will be able to enjoy it below.

Listen to "After Church Coffee" on Spreaker.

Enjoy!

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