December 1 2014 was the very worst day of my life. I was confronted with a very serious accusation, one without substance. I was deemed to be guilty until I proved myself innocent.

My keeping a diary was my saving grace, for the records I kept showed that the allegation was false.

Notwithstanding, I laboured under the issue for some months before the authority gave me the all-clear.

I feel for people who are falsely accused and have to wear the allegations until they get the all-clear – if they ever do.

Ten years on, I remember the matter like yesterday.