Yesterday during one of those slightly "off-centre" moments in mudchat I admitted to having a mental picture of a "real" room.

My chat room is like one of those workplace "staff rooms" used for an illicit smoke, coffee breaks, lunchtime sandwiches or just a brief sanctuary for news and gossip.
It has the "unofficial" kettle and a large collection of personal mugs; the seating is mostly salvaged from somewhere else in the "firm" and there is a large overstuffed settee whose origins are lost in mythology. The cleaners never venture into this hallowed space and there is often a faint lingering smell of a take-away curry The ubiquitous spider plant on the window ledge seems to thrive in an atmosphere of benign neglect and you never know just who is going to drop in at any moment.........

Where do you hang out Chatters?