The best bit? They live about 30 minutes apart by car. Not next door, but close enough to pop over for a cuppa. Imagine having your best mate just a short drive away. That’s their reality. They can meet for lunch, compare notes on parenting, or just moan about the traffic. It’s the kind of friendship we all wish we had, but with better TV ratings.
And here’s a little story that sums it up: apparently, Ant once invited Dec over for a barbecue, and Dec turned up with a packet of sausages from the corner shop because he forgot. That’s so normal. That’s what friends do. You can’t buy that kind of relatability. You can only live it, in a house in London, with a slightly burnt barbecue and a good laugh.
