Dough

Jeff arrived home from work early. "Sweetie?"
"Yes, hon?"
"Did a parcel arrive today?"
"You mean that bread maker that you ordered off the Internet? It's in the kitchen. It looks a bit small, you should have got one from Argos like I suggested."
"You didn't open it, did you?"
"No, I haven't touched it, why?"
"No reason. I'm going to try it out in the shed."
"The shed! If you must."
Thirty minutes later Jeff returned holding a crisp twenty pound note.
"That's not a loaf," his wife said.
"No, it's a counterfeit twenty - that's my kind of bread."