The punctuality reputation that Germans have, is not mis-deserved. For all the complaining you hear, German trains run pretty much on time. Businesses open and close on the exact minute that they state on their door, and tradesmen, generally arrive when they say they will.
It seemed to be tempting fate to NOT be at the house before 8am. And so I was. It is cold today, 10 degrees, rainy, and gray. All the lights were switched on, well at least those that that are more than wires hanging out of the ceiling. To kill time, I fiddled about trying to make as much space as possible, clearing paint sheets, and cleaned up paint rollers.
9am on the dot. Not a minute sooner and not a minute later. Two large vans arrived.
"Guten Morgen! My name is Pancakesoupmaker (or something like that)."
We did a quick tour of the house, he expressed his delight that the windows were easily accessible etc... and all was well.
Then the driver of the other van came in... "Guten Morgen!" My name is Pancakesoupmaker."
"Oh, you are brothers!" I said.
"Yes, don't we look alike?"
"Hmmhm yes, you are both very good looking!" said I, deciding that this was my chance to curry favor in the hope that they would do a great job, and do it quickly. They seemed pleased.
I have left them too it. Fingers crossed.