A House at War

I'm sorry to have to tell you about the strife that recently swept chez Petula.
One minute all was peaceful, and the next it was husband pitted against wife.
I never thought it would happen, but my dear Davis became a most ruthless adversary.
Was it a bitter row involving a misplaced toothpaste cap and an empty roll of toilet paper? Or something more serious, say, accusations of love in the afternoon with a swarthy deliveryman?
No, my friends, it was a feud with much higher stakes: we were unwittingly fighting a bidding war on eBay.
I had figured it was likely to happen someday, but it still took me by surprise. I had my eye on three lenticular postcards. For the first auction we bid against each other without realizing it and then lost out to a third bidder. I narrowly won the second auction, and when Davis saw the winning bidder's name he figured out what had happened. By then he had already bid on the third card, so I let him win that one (it only seemed right).
Hopefully he was trying to purchase these latest obsessions of mine as a gift, rather than as decorations for his own studio/laboratory. It's not that I would object to his twee decorating sensibilities, I just don't want the added eBay competition.