The lowly, unassuming dining table.

It's the scene for homework marathons; for trawling through old photo albums; for humdinger family "debates" and, of course, for eating together. It's the last piece of furniture in the house that places human interaction above comfort and technology. Devoid of enhancement, it simply sits there and lets the drama unfold around it.

So it was with great dismay that I read a recent survey which reported that more than 50% of people in Britain today eat all their evening meals on the sofa. On the sofa! Fair enough to indulge in the odd takeaway pizza or restorative bowl of chicken soup if one is feeling below par, but every blessed meal? Said survey goes on to report that some 15% of us only use the dining table for special occasions – which offers a glimmer of hope for civilisation – but 29% never eat at the table. The research, commissioned by sofa specialist DFS, natch, also discovered that 12% of folk don't even own a dining table, preferring to eat all their meals on their lap.

I'm sorry, but surely eating with your knees at a level with your chin cannot be good for the digestion. And as for the crumbs...

Don't give me any nonsense about lack of space either. I have a home which estate agents would generously dub "bijou" but still manage to shoe-horn in a table and chairs. I'm not even talking full-blown separate dining room; a kitchen table is fine. It's the ritual of sitting upright, possibly facing others while you eat. Making a meal of it, essentially.

Dining tables are the settings for all kinds of drama. Think how many life-changing conversations take place over it, radical plans formed, compared to the soporific sofa, which merely provokes a feeble "pass the remote".