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I'm glad I spent some formative years of my early adolescence reading back issues of the Baker Street Journal in an academic library while my mother was working on her dissertation. First, it was a great deal of fun, and second, it was brilliant preparation for fanwanking canonical inconsistencies in other sources.
This is all by way of saying that Rosalind Foyle's vital statistics present a conundrum like unto Dr. Watson's wounds and wives, and while I'm not about to go full BSJ and dub Anthony Horowitz "The Shoddy Historian" or some such, I am deciding that for my own purposes 1) there's a typo on her tombstone 2) Andrew thought Sam was asking "how many years ago did she die" not "how old were you when she died."
This is all by way of saying that Rosalind Foyle's vital statistics present a conundrum like unto Dr. Watson's wounds and wives, and while I'm not about to go full BSJ and dub Anthony Horowitz "The Shoddy Historian" or some such, I am deciding that for my own purposes 1) there's a typo on her tombstone 2) Andrew thought Sam was asking "how many years ago did she die" not "how old were you when she died."
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