Tomorrow I'm giving a walkie-talkie at Sir John Soane's Pitzhanger Manor-House for Open House Weekend 2011.  I have lots of thoughts about Soane and his ruthless pursuit of success and his cold perfectionism, but the memorial to his wife, which was created as a marble tablet for his house in Lincoln's Inn Fields never fails to move me.  There's just the small, niggling voice in the back of my head that hopes she knew how he felt before she died.  Or was it, like everything else in the house, just for show?