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An assessment that continues to ring true today, especially with a divisive hatemonger and cretin leading this country, so it’s good to be reminded by former President Obama in his speech yesterday that “[we’ve] got to embrace the longer and more optimistic view of history…” in spite of “a politics that threatens to turn good people away from the kind of collective action that has always driven human progress.”

Sam managed to survive her bout with deadly infectious disease. The rest of us may not be so lucky, given Trump’s determination to cut programs vital to our ability to stem a pandemic, the real threat to national security.

Surely Foyle was more sympathetic, though, after hearing the circumstances of the illicit relationship.

Another go at this lovely, difficult-to-capture scene.

You’re embarrassing him, Joe.

The billowing coat is magnificent.

Foyle and Joe have a heart to heart about Sam as they walk up “Steep Lane” to Foyle’s house. Afterwards, the real-life Christopher Foyle makes a cameo appearance. A new article in The Daily Mail offers some fun facts about the house on Croft Road in Hastings, which is still on the market. A potential B&B? For me, it would be kind of a letdown to stay there, since the interior scenes of Foyle’s home were filmed elsewhere.

A screen cap from Bad Blood to celebrate the Year of the Sheep.


No one delivers a threat quite like Foyle.  Ever the well-mannered gentleman, he doesn’t even raise his voice, but it’s abundantly clear that he means business. The poor guard is no match.

anonymous said:

I noticed in the recent set of gifs you put up, that Foyle’s wife was 30 when she died in 1932, was she not his son’s mother then, as he seems too old to have been? Was she his second wife? Is this explained at any point on the programme? Thanks if you can help! Love your blog. 🙂

Hi Anonymous,

Rosalind was Foyle’s only wife and Andrew’s mother, but you’re right that she seems too young. Foyle’s War fans including myself have delved into the age discrepancies within the Foyle family and have come to the conclusion that the writers of the show goofed — Anthony Horowitz has even admitted as much. First of all, Andrew’s exact age is unclear, since in the first episode, which takes place in the summer of 1940, Foyle says he has a 23-year-old son, but then in Among the Few from S2, which takes place in the fall of 1940, Foyle notes that Andrew is only 22.  If we assume that Foyle had a momentary lapse (as hard as that is to believe) and that Andrew is 22 in 1940, then he would have been born in 1918, which would imply that Rosalind was no older than 15 when she married Foyle before the end of WWI. The writers probably did not intend for Foyle to have a child bride! Foyle would have been around 24 at the time of his wedding, since he enlisted at the start of WWI and was 21-22 at the time, according to a conversation in Bad Blood:

Lastly, when Rosalind died at age 29, Andrew should have been around 13, not 8 as he tells Sam in The Funk Hole.

This was probably much more detail than you wanted, but I hope it helps with your confusion.  Thank you for visiting my blog.  I’m happy to know you enjoy it.

Dapper acknowledgement — part of Foyle’s quiet listening style.

Foyle pours for family and friends.

Here’s my YouTube toast to Mr. Kitchen on his birthday today:

Recovering from her anthrax infection, Sam continues her conversation with Foyle when he visits her in the hospital. Foyle’s answer to her question is the assurance she needs to come to a decision.

Sam’s father, meanwhile, is nowhere to be seen while her life is on the line. Good that she decided to reject Joe, as I don’t imagine her father would have given his blessing to her moving to America.

Foyle notices that Sam isn’t her usual talkative self as she contemplates Joe’s marriage proposal. Michael Kitchen looks like he’s holding in his laughter at the funny dialogue between Foyle and Sam. His face in the final frame is priceless.