Mr Accident is home from his course a full five weeks early. Not injured, as I feared, and so far from failing that it's laughable, but he's home nonetheless.
He went for two reasons - he wanted the job, and he wanted to know he could do the job. It was about proving himself.
But, while he was away doing just that, and doing exceptionally well at it, too, he realized the job sucked. Really, truly sucked. And he didn't want it anymore.
It turns out that all the cooking, and caring, and cleaning, and laundry washing and support that I offered in the preparation has backfired. He just wants to be home with his family, safe and comfortable, where he belongs.
So now he's had his questions answered. He is good enough. He can do it. And his family is well worth the sacrifice of his dream career.
And I couldn't be happier.