There's a doctor in the house, thanks to Edinburgh Napier

When the email arrived I had to read it twice.

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Edinburgh Napier, a university which I have always held in the highest regard, wished to bestow an honorary degree on me.

Ah, I thought, it's one of these mix-ups. They've got the wrong Susan Morrison. It's happened before.

At an opening of a Jack Vettriano event I once had a baffling conversation with a terribly posh chap about the geographical difficulties of editing the New Yorker Magazine. It must be, he opined, difficult to do from Leith.

Oh no, I said, it would be easy with modern communications. Yes, he continued, but physically getting to gallery openings might be a challenge. Not at all, I said. The Number 22 bus stops right outside.

Three thoughts hit him simultaneously. One, I was not Susan Morrison, editor of the New Yorker Magazine and writer of 'Thirty Ways of Looking at Hillary:' Two, what is a 'bus'?