This year for the first time, Oliver didn't celebrate his birthday with us. He was still in America and had his birthday (and cake) at the Hard Rock Café, and then spent most of his birthday on a flight back to France (via Frankfurt).
On Sunday, we all sat down to lunch and birthday cake with one seriously jet-lagged Oliver.
The next day, Oliver was ill and I had caught an awful cold, but we are getting better, however, Oliver who is a creature of habit is having a hard time sleeping and waking when he should. Alain thinks it will take him more than a week to get back to normal, until then, Oliver is one jet lagged boy.